some nsfw thoughts about some of the saka days boys (check out my other nsfw thoughts here)
SHIN
- before i get into the nsfw part, i think shin is the epitome of boyfriend material. it’s in his aura. IK IT
- he’s a vanilla boy through and through. kinky shit literally goes over his head.. ontop of that he’s way too scared to hurt you
-(i aways gotta talk about head, lmao here i gooo) he’s so inexperienced when it comes to both giving and receiving head😭. giving head he’s a bit clueless. willing, devoted, a little nervous but clueless. I feel like he’d get on his knees all confident but then he gets down to it he’s like stuck, tryna read your mind on what you’re thinking and what to do (that’s basically his saving grace). now receiving head? what a sight. your lips kissing his tip is his equivalent of what heaven feels like. it’s cute
NAGUMO
- exhibitionist WHO SAID THAT
-so. fucking. HANDSY. this man can’t keep his hands to himself to save his life.
-v v playful in bed but always flips a switch when he gets really in the mood.. (maybe I’ll go into detail and write a little drabble)
GAKU
- all im thinking about right now is him and his never ending eye contact. like, why would he close his eyes? seeing your reactions is the best part— for him at least.
-overstimulates you bc he thinks it’s interesting.. always pushing you to edge over and over again to see how much you can take, begging him it’s too much but he just responds with “what? already? but it was just getting good” mind you you’ve already came multiple times times now
gaku is an extremely touchy person, so ultimately he folded immediately. right after you cupped his face in your hands—leaning in for a kiss, his arms collapse to close you in his warm embrace. pulling you closer and closer—even though there’s no room between you guys.
nagumo is a jokester. he’ll more than likely know what you’re trying to accomplish. of course he’ll kiss you kiss back, but his arms stay right where you put them. pulling away, you see an evident smirk on his face. “if you want me to hold you, just ask. i’ll never deny that.” then dipping you, and connecting your lips.
uzuki doesn’t know what to do—he’s stiff. his arms continuing being in the air. as you’re about to pull away with a little disappointment, he grabs you right back in hard embrace. deepening the kiss—feeling you slight smile. his ears were a little red after this, but who’ll notice?
natsuki maybe is a little more than confused. you’ve pulled more than shenanigans on him. after you pulled his arms up—he’s scared that you’ll tickle him maybe… after lots of convincing he went through with it. he’d probably reluctantly melt into it. unsure of where to put his hands—ends up going for a hug kiss!
│warnings; 18+ reader insert, explicit descriptions of cocks (might be ooc fiwb), unrealistic 'nd biased opinions (can you tell who my fav is?), nerding out with hex codes. everything from balls to tip we analyzing in this bitch. pull your pants down boys, lemme see what you're packing (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
│author's note: kinda lost steam at the end soz >—< not proofread, might edit later ♡
☰ NAGUMO YOICHI
a battering ram. thinkin' 7-8in. it's thick 'nd long, the kind of cock you fear may actually rip you wide open and leave you gaping. pubes are trimmed. circumsized. slight upwards hook towards his belly button. despite it's shocking size, it's reeeeally pretty. talkin' a blushy pink tip (ff7782) that can get bright red if you edge him long enough — nagumo makes the most pathetic, whiny moans when you tease him. plus he's so leaky, tip drooling the most pearlescent pre — it looks like it's injected with glitter the way it shines and coats his shaft. as for his balls, they're not hairy, but more like a light dusting of peach fuzz. heavy. and he cums so, so much. whether he's stuffing full you like a thanksgiving turkey or painting your body white in the creamy substance, just know cleanup is a fucking hassle.
☰ SEBA NATSUKI
VEINY. so sensitive too, the softest lick up his length will have him keening, busting all over your face. serving up a solid 7.5in. his dick hooks to the right, it slaps his tummy and smears pre-cum everywhere. his tip is a bright pink (e37383), glossy, slit weeping, you don't even have to spit on it. slick drenching him as you stroke 'nd twist, obscene wet slaps echoing off the walls. smooth, not a speck of hair in sight, guessing he waxes because the hair irritates him. natauki's balls are low hanging fruit — smooth but squishy like stress balls. his cum is sticky, coming out in fast, hot spurts. not much of it, can go multiple rounds until he's empty. drained.
☰ ASAKURA SHIN
short 'nd skinny. but it's nothing to scoff at, it'll still wreck you five ways to sunday. round 6-6½in. uncircumsized. gotta pull the hood back to see the soft baby pink tip (f2d2bd). a happy trail of blonde hair leads to a messy, hastily manicured bush. he tried, ok? gets so twitchy 'nd nervous when you suck him off. he tastes slightly salty, a hint of musk. nothing crazy. just a mix of body wash, sweat and shin. cums quickly — almost embarrassingly so. he'll make it up to you by bending you over 'nd pounding you into the floor. shin's sweet like that.
☰ UZUKI KEI
HUNG. packing a whopping 9in. not too girthy, just enough to rub your walls raw. shower — grey sweatpants are his mortal enemy. uzuki probably maintains his pubes, keeping them well trimmed and polished. sophisticated. but on the off chance he doesn't have time, there's a small patch of white hair that tickles your nose. circumcized. pale pink tip (f3cfc6), so sheer that you can see the blood rushing through it. lines of purple and blue running along his shaft. pulsing with need. adores your tear streaked face as he pins you in the meanest mating press — tummy bulging as he rearranges your insides. taut balls, locked 'nd loaded with stringy, milky ropes of cum.
☰ GAKU
simply put, you're gonna need to visit the doctor's office after for bruised cervix. if uzuki is hung, gaku is a monster. grower, for sure. a scary 10in behemoth that's larger than every orifice on your body. but don't worry, he'll make it fit. ♡. full on bush. claims he's too busy to deal with it. his tip is more red, angry almost, (e35335), the perfect shade of lipstick that you want to buy. no one would know that you matched it to your man's dick — except the two of you. oozes an ocean of pre, loves to drag the tip along your lips like he's applying gloss. gooey, a bit salty 'nd sweet, healthy diet 10/10 would swallow.
helloo!! can you write the takamura’s granddaughter scenario but with the other sakadays characters like nagumo, shin, uzuki ect!! i love your writing and have a great day/night!!
୨୧ ❝ SNEAKY. ❞
content ⸝⸝ (separate) nagumo yoichi + shin asakura + uzuki kei x fem ! reader , fluff
಄ nagumo yoichi
─── "UH, YOICHI," you called out, wearing a questionable disguise in the middle of the day, when the sun was at its highest point. he turned around in the dim alleyway, adjusting his sunglasses that were way too tinted.
"what is it? you like my coat? want me to give it to you?" he guessed your question, but you shook your head, not matching his joking tone.
"are you sure we're not going to get caught? we literally stand out." you examined your outfit from head to toe before looking at nagumo's own getup.
coats in the middle of summer, sunglasses that only shady people would wear, boots that were meant for rainy days, and a fake mustache on his face, while you had fake beauty marks drawn around your face.
yikes…!
"nah, no one will notice us. trust me!"
you cleared your throat, pointing at other people on the street wearing casual clothing: t-shirts, jeans, nothing long-sleeved—just perfect for this hot summer weather.
he giggled before rubbing the back of his neck. "ahahaha! it's okay, we're just avoiding one person!"
"and that person is my grandfather!" you whispered loudly. "if he notices you ditched your mission and i'm not home, he'll kill you!"
however, nagumo threw two suggestions at you—neither of which seemed appealing. "would you rather never be able to go on a date with me, or go on one final date before we get busted by your granddaddy and i die?"
when you were silent for a long moment, he patted your shoulder. "that's what I thought; i already have my last words planned out~!"
you huffed, and before you could say anything, nagumo was quick to yank you out of the alleyway and into the city. good grief, you've never felt so many eyes on you with this horrendous outfit on.
nagumo seated you in a restaurant within a blink of an eye. there were already two menus in front of you, and both glasses were filled to the rim with iced water.
"first date in a million years? a toast because we haven't been caught—"
"nagumo."
"—yet!"
you both froze, nagumo's smile didn't waver; however, your body was shaking. that cold, deep, barely audible voice was easy to recognize. slowly turning your head, you saw your grandfather sitting in the booth behind you with his sword already clutched in his hands.
spoke too soon.
"t-takamura! so great to see you!" nagumo sweat-dropped, taking off his coat and his sunglasses.
"grandpa! what are you doing here?" you hesitantly beamed, watching how the senior citizen slowly got up.
he made his way over, taking his sweet time, and grabbed nagumo by his shirt collar. nagumo got dragged on the floor; he flashed you one last smile and a peace sign. "it was fun while it lasted, i love you, (name)!"
಄ shin asakura
─── "MR. SAKAMOTO said your grandfather is tough, but i think he's scary…" shin gulped, just thinking about how terrifying your grandpa could truly be. after all, he cut off his own arm and reattached it with ease because of how clean the cut was. not to mention, his presence is just unsettling.
you held shin's hand while walking on the sidewalk. "he's not scary?"
shin deadpanned at your response. "of course, you don't think that; that's your grandfather."
"so…?"
"maybe you should come to the battlefield with us. he's truly a monster—i'd be dead if he saw me holding your hand!"
you stopped walking and stared at shin. "do you want me to continue holding your hand or not? don't let my 'scary,' on his last breath before he turns into ash, gramps, make you wet yourself."
shin held your hand tighter. "no, no, keep holding my hand. i like it like this."
it felt like a fresh breath of air while walking to the arcade. this was a date you both had been looking forward to because shin was always busy tracking down slur while you were always in your bedroom laying on your bed, watching a movie.
romance movies—wishing that was you and shin.
you both entered the arcade and bought some tickets before heading over to the shooter game. "aw, this is reminding me of heisuke." you smiled, slotting the gun in your hand while facing the screen.
the game was easy, just shoot the most zombies and beat the other person's score within a minute. when the countdown began, you and shin started blasting the zombies' heads off.
super locked in, shin started to get annoyed whenever he felt someone nudging his sleeve. "quit it, (name). stop distracting me. i'm not gonna lose."
"how am i distracting you?" you asked, keeping your eyes on the screen.
"let my jacket go!" shin got a little sidetracked and was falling behind your score. you raised your brow, finally turning to look at him despite there still being thirty seconds on the clock left.
"what are you—" your eyes widened.
shin took you being frozen as an advantage and beat your high score. he cheered and turned to look at you with a triumphant grin. however, when he turned his head to the side, he wasn't met by your mesmerizing face.
no… he ended up seeing the person who he was fearing not too long ago.
"next game, try to dodge all my swings."
"WHAT THE HE—"
"AYO GRAMPS, CHILL OUT—"
಄ uzuki kei ( highschool au also his part doesnt rlly match the title ☹️ )
─── "HEY, DO you need help studying?"
you peered over uzuki's desk. he seemed very stressed out over a sheet of paper filled with math equations. he had his palm on his forehead, fingers running through his white hair.
uzuki dropped the pencil in his hand and laid his head down on the table. "yes, please, (name)."
"okay then, just come over to my house, and I'll teach you the basics."
uzuki was a close friend of yours. however, as close as he may be to you, he had never once stepped foot into your house. rumor has it that there's a scary monster lurking in the shadows of every room within your home, which is why he's very cautious.
so when you offered him to come over for a small tutoring session, he was quite hesitant. though he wasn't a mean guy and really needed the help he can get, he said yes to your invitation.
"sure."
minutes later, uzuki was in your bedroom, on the floor with his textbooks on your coffee table. you brought in some tea for the both of you to drink, carefully placing it down so it wouldn't spill. "what are you struggling with?"
"calc."
"oh, let me find my notes real quick—i think i left my backpack in the kitchen, give me a second." you got up and left uzuki in your room to search for your backpack.
he sat there awkwardly, glancing around your bedroom—until he felt a chill run down his spine. looking up, he noticed an old man outside of your bedroom facing uzuki with a cold glare.
he swallowed, "hi—"
"ah, gramps! get away from my room!" you came back just in time for uzuki to breathe again. you held your backpack and threw it down on your bedroom floor and quickly shut the door. you breathed out, "sorry about him, he can get a little…"
"it's fine."
"let's continue studying!"
AUTHORS NOTE. I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER CHARACTERS TO DO IM SORRY☹️☹️☹️ i think... im in love with you😳😳 HAVE A PAWSOME DAY/NIGHT BAKA #SARANGHAE!!! 🫰🫰🫰🥺🥺🥺
♱ synopsis: you kneel for him like it means something and he lets you because it doesn’t.
a/n: song rec: god's game by dove cameron | this is nothing but a treat for myself
The blood on his hands isn't fresh anymore, only smeared remnants, half-dried and fading into the lines of his palms. Kei sits on the edge of his chair like a monarch in the otherwise rather empty room. His fingers are laced together while those piercing blue eyes assess the person kneeling in front of him.
By now, your legs are aching from being folded for too long, your throat feels dry, and your mind is almost frantic with that tight, unbearable hunger for his approval.
A torture in itself for a person so terribly eager for his attention.
“Do you know why I let you come back?” he breaks the tense silence at last, with a voice low and unhurried to make matters worse.
You flinch at the sound and work your throat in an effort to find your voice. “I—I did what you said,” you murmur with those fearful eyes of yours downcast. “I followed your orders. I didn't hesitate.”
Kei hums in amusement while considering your words for a moment too long. “No. That's not why,” he says almost without any emotion on his tongue. “It's because you think if you obey enough, bleed enough, beg enough, I'll say you matter.”
Shame tightens your chest, almost painfully so, but not enough to stop you from nodding and confessing, “I want to please you,” in a whisper.
A beat passes between superior and subordinate before the tip of Kei's boot nudges your chin upward until you meet his gaze. Those cold, distant eyes look at you not as a person, but as a project.
A puzzle.
“I know,” he leans in, just enough that his breath ghosts across your lips to tease you. “That's what makes you useful.”
The words burn cruelly because, in the end, they are the truth. In Kei's world, your worth is measured by how deeply you can cut yourself away, peel back your own humanity, and offer it to him like penance. And you would do it over and over, just to receive his acceptance.
You didn't realise when the silence stopped feeling awkward. It was just part of being around him, even his silence feels heavy with expectation. And you want that. You want to be squished under his expectations, broken down until the only thing left is what Kei allows you to be.
Now, you were kneeling closer. No longer across the room like in the beginning, but right at his feet with your cheek pressed to his thigh, your breath warming the expensive fabric of his trousers.
“I wonder if you even know what you’re doing to yourself,” Kei muses with a voice no louder than a whisper, the edge of amusement tracing along his usually even tone.
You should not be this close, but he put you there, and worse, you didn't resist. You bask in the contact, in his hand moving slowly through your hair like you are some prized pet, a fragile creature he can either feed or break on a leash disguised as affection.
"You're trembling," he notes casually, stroking behind your ear with fingers too soft for the chaos they cause anywhere else. “But you're still here. How pitiful.”
The words hit harder than any slap ever could. But that's the game you have chosen to start: You want him to say worse, you want his attention, even if it cuts. Especially if it cuts because then it means he is looking at you, paying attention to you, no matter how short-lived it might be.
“I just want to do it right. For you.”
He chuckles at that, breathy and quiet with no hint of warmth in it. “But why?” his thumb adores the line of your jaw. “Why try so hard to please someone like me? You've seen what I do to people.”
“I don't care,” you confess all too quickly, too earnestly like a dumb pet begging for a treat. “I just... I want you to want me here.”
At least you manage to surprise him at times.
A task most people fail at. The hand in your hair stills now that Kei leans down slightly; he's close enough that his breath seeps through your hair. “Want you here?” he echoes. “No. I allow you here. There's a difference.”
You try to hide your face, try to lean your forehead against his thigh to cover the shame on your features, but Kei tilts your chin up before you can look away.
“I-I want to be good,” you confess with those sickly-sweet pleading eyes that look at him like he is some sort of god.
“You want too much,” Kei hums faintly. He always says things like that with such gentle cruelty, with that smooth tone of voice that makes you feel ashamed to be aroused by it.
Your throat feels tight, constricting as if your body is begging you to stop making a fool of yourself. But you are weak against the storm in his eyes. “I just want you to want me,” you murmur.
Pathetic.
The silence hangs there for a moment, like a guillotine ready to drop, while you lose yourself in those detached blue eyes as Kei's stare pins you in place.
“I don't want anyone,” he says at last. “But I use what's useful.”
His words twist something inside you, somewhere deep and already half-rotten from wanting too much. From needing his approval, his voice, his hand in your hair. But then his hand slips to the back of your neck, his thumb grazing the delicate hinge of your jaw.
“Which is why you're lucky, aren't you?” He guides your head forward gently. With you, there is no need for force because, after all, you obey without question just to see the ghost of satisfaction flicker behind his dead eyes.
“I didn't even have to ask,” Kei continues, brushing your temple with the backs of his fingers. “You crawled here on your own, like the pathetic little thing you are.”
Yet still, he guides your head down, fingers firm but calm against your scalp. His eyes are half-lidded, his head tipped back slightly as a small sound of pleasure already forms in his throat at the thought of what you are about to do.
“Undo my trousers.”
The command is a whisper, no louder than a sigh, but it makes your whole body tense in anticipation. He has never allowed you this close before, never saw more use in you than to keep you kneeling at his feet.
You obey with trembling hands that move hastily to unbuckle his belt and undo the buttons of his trousers with more care than necessary. His arousal is evident, straining against the confines of dark fabric as you finally pull down his briefs to reveal the flushed tip of his cock slick with pre-cum.
He watches everything, from the way your lips part to the split-second you hesitate before leaning in.
"I haven't said you could have it.” The reprimand causes you to freeze as shame crawls across your skin from the maddening calm in Kei's voice. "But you want it anyway," he sighs, sighs as if this entire thing was nothing but a drag.
Two fingertips are enough to lift your chin and meet your humiliation in the reflection of his eyes. “Look at yourself being desperate for it. Go on then,” he says in that same soft tone.
His hand cups your cheek, a thumb tracing the corner of your lips as he slowly slides it inside. You suck without question or instruction while your eyes are glued to shades of blue as your tongue swirls around the digit.
“You like that?” The question makes Kei's voice sound almost affectionate now. “Letting me feel you like this, so soft and warm...”
He subs his thumb for his ring and middle finger, both now pressing down against your tongue until you choke, just slightly. Though Kei doesn't stop at that, instead, he leans in with a faint smile of satisfaction dancing across his lips once the wet sounds get worse.
“You want me to think you're good.” There is a pinch of venom hidden in his tone now, a fine line of madness wrapped up in filthy praise. “But this is what you are, isn't it? A mouth for me to use.”
He pulls his fingers out, saliva trailing after them, and lets the mess cling to your lips like proof.
“Then show me. Show me how good you can be.”
Your lips brush the warm skin of his abdomen before you lower your head further to leave ghostlike kisses of your pathetic adoration on his skin. Kei's hand never leaves your hair; it’s like a constant reassurance of control and ownership.
“You like this, don't you?” he murmurs as your lips wrap around the head of his cock, tongue pressed beneath the vein along the underside. The salty taste of pre-cum torments your taste buds once you begin to suck slowly, unsure, perhaps overwhelmed. “Being used. Being good.”
His fingers flex in your hair, holding you there as your tongue works along the underside of his shaft. “And you know what I like, hm?” Kei adds before nudging your face back to adore the dribble of pre-cum that's already smeared across your lips. He watches you intently, no grin, no smirk, just analysing as if he is studying something broken and fascinating.
“I like watching people try.”
With that, he guides you forward once more. The tears pooling in your eyes are almost enough for Kei to find you cute, to consider giving you a moment of reprieve as your throat begins to tighten.
Instead, you gag because he guides you deeper, as if to punish you for the momentary crumble of his walls. Your nails clutch his thighs as the head of his cock hits the back of your throat, and a wet, choked sound escapes you.
Ah, but you don't pull away. No, no, you let him fill your mouth until you’re trembling, barely breathing, and still he keeps you there, with fingertips that graze your nape.
“Don't stop now,” Kei whispers, voice almost tender. “You've made it this far. What’s a little more suffering for me?”
You shudder around him, your tears now streaking your cheeks in messy black as you push forward again, choking softly when your jaw aches, when your nose presses to his pelvis. He holds you there, not forcing, just expecting because he knows you would do anything for him.
And when he moans, quiet and airy, more whine than a masculine moan, you almost cry from the sound alone.
“Just like that. Don't think. Don't breathe. Just take.”
You do, always so eager to follow any demand. But your jaw aches, your throat constricts again as spit obscenely drips down your chin. And Kei tries, tries to ignore the way you gag, tries to ignore the way your eyes roll back, but something in him almost feels … worry.
A wave of fresh air fills your lungs as a soft slap to your cheek returns your attention to the man looming over you. “You're going to keep trying,” he remarks calmly while wiping a tear from your cheek. The other hand is curling into your hair again. “Because you're terrified I'll stop and leave you.”
His hips shift barely; it's a test and promise all in one, and the next time he pushes deeper, you let him in with a slack jaw, choking once more around the length of him.
Your eyes flutter shut as Kei guides your rhythm. Slow at first, too slow, until he sighs, his breath hitching just enough to betray his satisfaction. He doesn't groan, doesn't moan like other men would. He sighs like your mouth is relief.
Maybe that is why he let his guard down just a little. Maybe that is why his hand curls tighter in your hair as more of those satisfied sighs leave his lips—quiet, controlled, but unmistakably real.
Your eyes roll back when he whispers, “Such a pretty little ruin you are.”
Teary eyes blink up once his fingers tighten in your hair. You feel the tremble, the tension in his thighs, and curiously glance up to witness the way he tilts his head back for just a moment as his mouth parts. He guides your head up and down with low, pleased hums or a ragged exhale through his nose.
He doesn't need to say a word—you understand just how close he is, how close you are to fulfilling your purpose. So, you hollow your cheeks, swallow him deeper, until he groans softly, beautifully, like he almost didn’t mean to.
You don't even realise how tightly your thighs are pressed together until warmth pools so filthily wet between them it is near unbearable, almost enough to grind down on Kei's shoe that mockingly nudges them apart. You choke once more, only for Kei to hold you in place, letting out the softest gasp—one that he cuts short with his teeth clenched, too proud to make noise unless it’s earned.
And then you feel his cock twitching on your tongue, hear the sharp intake of breath as Kei releases into your mouth. You try your best to manage the warmth coating your tongue and leaking down your throat.
You shudder, almost choke, and cough. Almost—
“Don't spill it,” Kei’s sharp tone snaps you out of it as you realise the fatal mistake of squirming against his hold, but a firm hand on your neck keeps your head down.
“Swallow, or you'll disappoint me.” The words nearly crush your pride, so you obey without making a fuss, even as it burns, even as you whimper, even as the bitter taste makes you shudder.
And when he finally pulls you back, the string of saliva and cum between your lips and his softening cock snaps to stain your neck and chest. Your hands shake where they grip his thighs; you are clearly struggling to come down.
But Kei holds little regard for comfort. His fingers come to your mouth again, just to tilt your chin up for him to admire the humiliating state you put yourself in.
“Open.”
He smiles when he sees the glossy pink of your tongue. “Look at you,” his voice remains soft as his thumb drags through the mess around your mouth like a painter placing his final stroke on a masterpiece. “You tried so hard to please me. And all you got was this.”
Your breath comes in shallow waves, your chest feels tight, and your mind seems to blank further. But his hand stays on your cheek like a mark, like proof that you belong to him now.
“You should be proud. You do make such a pretty mess when you are useful.” Then he leans back in his chair, adjusting his shirt as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't just broken something inside you.
You remain kneeling at his feet, not sure if you are meant to move or wait for the next command, with a gaze downcast that takes your chance at noting the flicker of something softer in Kei's gaze.
────────── twt links with sakadays characters .ᐟ.ᐟ
⤿ pairings. various x gn (afab?) reader
⤿ contents. sub characters, twt links, you must have an x acc to access, lu and haruma mainly center around a fem.reader. this contains mature content, proceed at your own discretion.
⤿ thoughts. osaragi, my woman.
Tenkyu is not someone who can control himself very well, even when he knows he's not allowed to feel good when you help him shave.
Kumanomi is such a sweet girl for you. She could be dripping with arousal, desperation filled in her eyes, face red with raw need, and she'll only move when you order her to.
Threesome with Rion, who holds back an overstimulated Uzuki no matter how much he squirms at your touch — "You're our doll, aren't you, kei? So, just take it all until you pass out."
Also uzuki w a mommy kink.
Gaku tends to soak the blanket with his own cum when he desperately jerks off to the thought of you watching him.
"Please me," there's no way service sub!haruma can deny your order. Especially with the way you suck him in so nicely. He might even cry from being granted a moment such as this.
It's soo rare for kashima to misbehave. He's always, always been the best boy, but he can accidentally set you off without realizing it.
Only when shishiba is alone can he let himself go, he'll cover his mouth because he can get quite embarrassed but at some point / after the inches of his favorite toy being ripped out from deep inside him / does he scream.
After you've been away from your wife for so long, osaragi touches herself to the thought of you, muffled whimpers escaping her pouty lips as she tries to stuff her fingers in the way you've done before.
Depriving nagumo, neglecting him, leaving him after a tough day to deal with his own problem with nothing but a silly toy. He'll whine and beg for attention, may even send you a video to get your attention again.
It's his first time ever taking anything so deep inside. Sure, kamihate can get quite fidgety, and that doesn't mean you should stop.
Teaching taro how to take care of himself properly, completely ignoring the embarrassed pleas for you to stop such a scene but he just seems sooo happy to comply to your every word.
It's sleepover time. There must be scary stories, yummy snacks, and, of course, fem.reader teaching an innocent bff!Lu how to make out is a big must!
Your favorite student, natsuki, loves having a cigar blown in his face and a collar wrapped tightly around his throat all to get a B- :(
Ex boyfriend!Shin, who is only sending you proof that he's working on himself, his fingers working himself open in the same manner you've done before with the whimpers of a frustrated man. His prostate was feeling extremely swollen and weak, he couldn't resist the temptation to check it out. He totally doesn't want your praise and guidance again.
"Nice shot," you've told him once, and now heisuke can't stop thinking about it. He gets so hard that he has to hump away at anything available even when it isn't enough.
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
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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.🤍🤍
