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Love at First Sight (According to Nagumo, Anyway)

The fluorescent lights of Sakamoto’s convenience store buzzed faintly as you stepped inside, your body heavy with exhaustion. It had been an unbearably long day, and all you wanted was a cold drink before heading home.

You barely registered your surroundings as you trudged toward the refrigerated section, focused only on grabbing the first thing in reach.

You didn’t notice him.

Nagumo was already there, lazily leaning against the shelf, twirling a pack of Pocky between his fingers like it was some kind of weapon. He had been in the middle of pestering Sakamoto, as usual, when he caught sight of you walking in.

And just like that—bam.

Nagumo’s world stopped.

The second he laid eyes on you, something inside him shifted. He had faced assassins, evaded death, and pulled off impossible tricks countless times, but nothing—nothing—had ever hit him as hard as this.

You were exhausted, barely paying attention, completely unaware of his existence. And yet, in that moment, he knew.

“This is it,” Nagumo whispered, staring at you with wide, lovestruck eyes.

Sakamoto didn’t even look up. “What?”

Nagumo grabbed his sleeve, eyes still locked on you like you had personally descended from the heavens. “Sakamoto. That’s my wife.”

Sakamoto finally looked at him, unimpressed. “No, it isn’t.”

Nagumo ignored him, straightening his posture and smoothing out his jacket like he was about to meet royalty. He practically floated toward you, his usual smug confidence now mixed with something far more intense.

You, meanwhile, still assumed he was just another late-night loiterer. When he stepped into your path, smiling far too brightly for this time of night, you barely spared him a glance.

“Move,” you mumbled, reaching past him for a can of coffee.

Nagumo inhaled sharply, clutching his chest as if struck by Cupid’s most devastating arrow.

“She spoke to me,” he whispered in awe.

Sakamoto sighed loudly from behind the counter.

You, still too tired to care, moved toward the register. Nagumo immediately followed, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Rough day?” he asked, his voice softer now, but still carrying that teasing lilt.

You barely acknowledged him, handing Sakamoto your drink. “Yeah.”

Nagumo beamed. “Don’t worry, my love. From now on, I’ll make sure every one of your days is perfect.”

Sakamoto shot him a deadpan look. “You just met her.”

Nagumo turned dramatically. “And yet, my heart has already chosen.” He looked back at you, completely unbothered by your utter lack of interest. “We should set a date.”

You blinked, finally looking at him properly. “…What?”

“Our wedding,” he clarified, smiling like this was the most normal conversation in the world. “I mean, we can take it slow if you want, but I’m thinking a spring ceremony. Cherry blossoms, romantic atmosphere—you’d look stunning.”

You stared at him, then at Sakamoto, then back at him.

“…Are you drunk?”

Nagumo gasped, placing a hand over his heart. “Sakamoto, she wounds me.” He turned back to you, grinning. “No, my dear. I’m just madly, deeply, and eternally in love with you.”

You exhaled sharply, grabbed your drink, and walked straight out the door.

Nagumo watched you go, completely undeterred. In fact, if possible, he looked even more smitten.

“She’s amazing,” he sighed dreamily. “I’m definitely marrying her.”

Sakamoto rubbed his temples. “You’re an idiot.”

Nagumo grinned. “Yeah. But a devoted one.”

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what do you mean nagumo can tattoo you with one hand and finger you with the other because he’s ambidextrous? (but who’s gonna wipe the excess ink? YOU. you wipe it like a good girl)

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Gotta appreciate the Koreans for always leaking I mean sharing. Sharing is caring after all!

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My comments on the fanbook translations so far!

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Nagumo loves sleeping and pranking haha I’m glad to hear he (hopefully) sleeps enough.

And JCC assassins basic training includes a drivers license requirement!!! They can even get additional licenses with motorcycle, ship, and even piloting.

Hokkaido and Kyushu have assassin academies too. But the JCC is the top and gets you a job after graduation.

Nagumo liking his bed and the night. And disliking mornings and cars 🤣

My theory about introvert Nagumo has been proven 🙂‍↕️ if the google translated page is correct at least.

Nagumo, Heisuke and Natsuki had girlfriends in the past 👀 but being assassins leaves little time for romance. So their relationships don't last long.

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here to announce that 839936272 years has been added to my life. thank you very much. i’m immortal now. ily.

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i posted something for nagumo on ao3 if anyone’s interested :3

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sauce of the gif in pinned post? even gif makers deserve to be credited!

the gif’s made by me but i did credit the animator in the pinned post itself.

it’s from a skdy AMV by @daren6228 on youtube!

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hi are we okay? pt. 2

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crush my soul back into my body.

yoichi nagumo x f!reader—wc 2.9k—part of a series on ao3—college/uni au. fluff.

cw: reader wears a dress/ponytail.

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“You’re getting quite used to calling me frequently.” You said with your phone to your ear, you descended the steps in your building while on the phone with Nagumo.

He chuckled, watching the entrance outside, “Just wanted to hear your voice.”

As you reached the main hall and took a peek outside, you replied, “I’m on my way down.” teasing him by making him wait a bit.

“Alright. See you.” He chuckled again before he hung up the call.

He waited and waited while scrolling mindlessly on his phone. And moments after, you emerged and entered his line of sight looking absolutely stunning wearing a sundress in your beloved color. He was completely smitten at the sight of you walking towards him as you brightened the blue hours with your presence.

You approached him, stopping a foot away, “You’re unusually quiet for once.”

He leaned against the side of the car, his hands slowly making their way into his pockets with his gaze sweeping admiringly from your feet and up. He noticed the flower he had drawn on the skin of your forearm, a smile gracing his lips in the process. He let out a lighthearted sigh, “Now I wanna change plans.”

You raised a brow at him and scoffed, “So are we going or not?”

He snickered, “Just kidding.” pushing himself away from the car and opening the passenger door for you. He bowed in a theatrical manner then beamed, “My apologies for keeping you waiting, princess.”

The first stretch of the drive to the movies was quiet. Between the two of you, he had always been the one to initiate conversations but he was thoroughly distracted by your whole get up. And every time his hand reached for the gear shift, he couldn’t help but be reminded of how close his touch was to you, making him ponder the idea of taking you out more often.

“How does steak sound for dinner?” He finally broke the silence as the car came to a halt at an intersection, the traffic light on red.

“Sounds good, but I’m full.”

He looked at you with curiosity, “You already ate?”

You nodded, “Yes. There’s hardly any real food at the cinema.”

He nodded slowly. “Ah, right.” tapping his fingertips rhythmically on the steering wheel as he waited for the light to turn green.

When you arrived at the venue’s parking lot, you swiftly unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped out of the car, not waiting for Nagumo to open the door for you. He followed you silently, his eyes fixated with the way your hair and the ends of your dress danced with each step you took in front of him. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed you from behind.

The line wasn’t long but as you waited to buy tickets, someone came up to him, asking why he hasn’t been hanging out with her lately. In response, he simply said that he was busy.

As soon as it was over, he leaned closer to your ear and whispered, “Have you decided on a movie yet?”

You responded with a nod and asked, “Who was that?”

He shrugged, his hand reached out and started twirling your ponytail around his fingers, “Someone from my department, I think. Nothing to worry about.”

“I’m not worried.”

He snorted, “Of course, you’re not.” as he continued to play with your hair while you allowed him to do so.

When the two of you approached the booth to purchase the tickets, he moved you gently to the side as he paid for it. One of his hands remained on your shoulder, his touch warmer than usual, until you both entered the cinema and settled into your seats.

You leaned closer to him and whispered, “Send me the receipt later, I’ll pay you back.”

“You can pay me back in other ways.” He popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth after a playful wink, causing you to roll your eyes at him.

Throughout the whole movie, Nagumo found himself unable to focus with the way you were playing with his hand while keeping your full attention on the big screen, slightly leaning forward from your seat. He initially reached for yours because he longed to hold hands with you. Yet this was somehow more enjoyable, as he felt the soft pads of your fingertips and how small your hands were compared to his. He wore a silly smile the entire time as his eyes fixated on the way your breathing would pick up at some scenes, the way the ends of your hair would brush against your back, and the exposed skin of your neck.

And before he knew it, the credits were already rolling.

“So what did you think about the movie?" he inquired as the two of you headed out of the cinema and walked side by side towards the parking lot.

You proceeded to ramble on about your thoughts with the film, the direction, casting, the OST, some plot holes—name it, you touched upon them. It was an effective way for him to better grasp the film he had been too distracted to fully appreciate, while listening to the sound of your voice.

Upon reaching his car, he opened the door for you, buckled the seatbelt with his face so close to yours while you continued on with your chatter. He sported a sly grin as you didn’t seem to notice. However, you paused and spoke under your breath, “You’re so…hot.”

A shit-eating grin appeared on his face, “Why, thank you.”

“No, literally. Do you have a fever?”

He let out a soft laugh at the thought of being caught. He lowered his head onto your shoulder, a somber smile lingered on his lips when the realization of this day, his first date with you—if he can even call it that—has come to an end.

“I’ll drive.” you offered. “You live off campus, right?”

How did you know? He wanted to ask, his head still awkwardly resting on the crook of your neck, but didn’t want to delve further.

“I’m fine, no big deal—”

“No. It’s dangerous.” You spoke firmly as you interrupted him, causing him to close his eyes in surrender.

After switching places, he reclined his seat while explaining how to get to his place. He was feeling uneasy, unsure if you were irritated so he attempted to lighten the mood by cracking jokes and starting up casual conversation. However, the fatigue was slowly taking over him, struggling to keep his heavy eyelids open as the steady motion of the car lulled him to sleep.

Nagumo woke up the following morning feeling disoriented and overheated. His memories were fuzzy after being found out by you. He was feeling a lot better than yesterday but it wasn’t until he noticed the heaviness on certain parts of his body that he realized it was because of you, all snuggled up and practically sleeping on top of him with your arm around him, your legs tangled with his own, and strands of your hair clinging to your sweaty forehead.

He endured the conflicting emotions and the discomfort of overheating as the swelling in his chest grew and reached his lips, stretching into a wide foolish grin. He wanted nothing more than to remain still. He didn’t want to disturb you but even more than that, he craved the feeling of having you this close to him for as long as possible—not wanting for this moment to end.

He began looking around areas his eyes could reach. On the coffee table, he noticed what seemed to be a box of paracetamol and children’s fever patches. With his free hand, he quickly realized he had one stuck on his forehead. An involuntary snort escaped him a little louder than he meant it to be, causing you to stir awake.

He watched intently as your eyes fluttered open, his shy grin growing wider as your gazes met. You sleepily muttered, “Feeling better?”

A soft hum and a nod was all he could do as he was momentarily taken aback by your action when you reached for his forehead to check his temperature. And as you pulled your hand away, he was torn between the urge to follow your touch and letting you get up.

“I have to go. I have a group project and we’re falling behind schedule.” you announced, heading towards the bathroom with your dress from the night before folded neatly in your hand.

“Yeah. Of course.” Nagumo’s composure intact. However when you shut the door, he couldn’t help cradle his face with his palms from being flustered after learning you were wearing his shirt the entire time.

After a few moments, you emerged from the bathroom looking refreshed, clutching his now folded shirt in your arms. “You should eat something heavy for breakfast.”

Nagumo sat upright on the couch with a slight smile, all calm and collected. But when he noticed you were heading to the door and putting on your shoes, he finally spoke up, “Should I give you a ride back?”

“I’m fine, you should just rest.” you replied before leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Nagumo plopped his entire body back to the couch, trying to figure out what had happened and how you ended up staying the night. But as the day went on, he recalled everything gradually in chunks, feeling inexplicably giddy or nervous. Or all of the above.

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He’s still sleeping, you mused after purchasing some items on the way to his place. This time he was truly quiet, looking serene as you gaze at him in awe. However when you checked, he was still hot to the touch and to make it worse, his stomach made a faint rumbling noise and made you think: Did he not eat earlier?

Upon reaching his driveway, it took a few minutes of grumbling before he finally woke up all groggy and flushed. From stepping out of the car to his front door, he remained quiet that it was almost as if he didn't realize you were accompanying him. You observed him from behind as he input the PIN code to his door and struggled to take off his shoes at the entryway. And as soon as he collapsed onto the couch, he immediately fell asleep once more.

He needed to eat something, so you went ahead and checked the fridge, only to find that it only had leftover rice in a tupperware, a couple of bottled water, sugary snacks and energy drinks inside. This was why you grabbed an instant miso soup on your way here, just in case. But you hadn’t anticipated it would be this bad. Chiding him in your head: This is why you got sick, Nagumo.

As you waited for the water to boil, you opened the packet and poured its pasty contents into one of the three ceramic bowls you found stacked in his cupboard. Nagumo’s apartment seemed like he didn’t spend much time in it. He didn’t have a lot of stuff based on your observation, perhaps because he lived alone. The beeping sound from the electric kettle brought your thoughts back to the present. You blew on the steam to prevent it from reaching your face as you carefully poured the hot water into the bowl of leftover rice, stirring it with a spoon until it was thoroughly combined.

He remained asleep when you made your way back to where he was resting, gently placing the soup on the coffee table. You felt bad having to wake him up but he needed to eat—at least that’s what his growling stomach was telling you—even if it meant doing so while half awake. And after feeding him, you gave him meds to reduce his temperature and decided to apply a fever strip. It was only after opening the packet that you realized it was meant for children upon seeing the cute cartoon character printed on it.

It was the one you were used to from your childhood so you grabbed it mindlessly. He’s childish anyway, you smiled to yourself as you carefully pushed his hair up and placed the strip onto his forehead. His brows twitched slightly at the contact but he seemed too exhausted to be woken up by your touch, so you continued to run your fingers through his hair and then to the side of his cheek, gently rubbing small circles with your thumb.

The hairs on his arms began slowly rising so you decided to venture into his room to find a thin blanket.

Upon entering, the chaos that was his bedroom nearly gave you a brain aneurysm. It wasn’t that messy. There was just a lot of stuff. Some odd items here and there, scattered on the floor. Some unfinished projects. A huge Lego set that was close to completion. He seemed to be fond of trinkets and silly toys as displayed on the shelves. There you saw puzzles, a 10x10 Rubik’s Cube (that you fought the urge to pick up), and photographs—a lot of them.

Nagumo’s bedroom walls were also adorned with drawings, posters, cut outs and even more photos. And in the process of looking around, you spotted some sculpting tools along with various references placed on his desk as you imagined him cooped up in his room. This corner of his apartment and its mismatched items were reminiscent of the intricate tattoos that decorated his body.

Focus. Must. Find. Thin blanket.

Unfortunately, his blanket was too thick and it didn’t seem to be a good idea to cover him with it. You grew impatient and didn’t want to search for an alternative so you hatched another idea.

Pulling the first drawer of his cabinet, you quickly realized his undergarments were predominantly dark in colors.

This is noted—a thought crossed your mind.

Shaking your head, hoping not to find anything weird, you pulled the second drawer. There you found his t-shirts and after carefully going through them, you found something with an incredibly soft texture. You wasted no time and quickly swapped into it, noticing the subtle scent that reminded you of him.

When you returned to Nagumo, you saw how he was still experiencing bouts of shivering and realized that he was still in his outside clothing. It’d be impossible to change him into something else considering how big he was. So instead, you carefully peeled him off his short sleeved polo amidst his grunts and gibberish protests, leaving him in just his tank top and pants.

With caution and care, you snuggled beside him. It was cramped and his skin felt hot to the touch, yet you found comfort in his arms. In an effort to provide him with as much warmth as possible, you lied almost on top of him hoping to keep him from trembling.

Nagumo suddenly murmured, his words sluggish, “I swear these fever dreams are getting out of hand.”

Your brows furrowed, lifting your head to look at him with curiosity. “What do you mean?”

One of his eyes cracked slightly open, peeping at you before closing it once more. “My baby’s lying on top of me.”

“Baby? Who could that be?”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you observed his reddened face, noting his slight frown. He replied, “You… Duh.”

“What’s my name then?”

Your name slipped softly through his lips with his eyes closed. It took all your effort not to laugh at how endearingly cute he was being, so you responded, “I see. Do you dream of me often?”

“Mhm. Although most of them are bad.”

“How bad? Tell me.”

“Don’t wanna.” He whined as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Fine.”

He fell silent for a few more minutes as his arms loosened around you, his eyes rapidly flickering beneath his eyelids while his body twitched occasionally.

Nagumo suddenly spoke his mind again, “I think you should kiss me better.”

“Can’t. I might get sick too.”

“I don’t give a shit…” he whined again with a scowl spreading across his face. “I can take care of you.”

“Take care of yourself first and we’ll talk when you’re better.” you said as you poked the tip of his nose.

“Promise?” He asked, his voice sounding child-like, causing you to soften your already tender gaze at him and repeated, “Promise.”

Silence enveloped the room once more with him dozing in and out of sleep. You gently traced the tips of his lashes and the arch of his brows, causing him to flinch slightly.

Nagumo whispered, “She scares me.”

“Are we still talking about your baby?”

He nodded in response to your question, you whispered to him, “Why is that?”

“What if…she won’t like me back?”

Like you “back”?

Tracing the bridge of his nose with your fingertips, you paused, “Maybe she’s still trying to figure you out. But she did mention you’re cute…and a great kisser.”

He giggled breathily in response to your words which led you to smile in return. He fell silent once again, but you still wanted to say something while he was in this state. And with utmost gentleness, you pushed his bangs back and in the softest tone you spoke of his name. “Yoichi?”

He responded with a soft breathless hum, and you went on, “Just say it. I’m not a mind reader.”

Voice thick with drowsiness, he murmured, “You’re not? I was hoping you were.”

“I kinda wish I was.”

“That’s a shame.”

“I know.” You sighed and reached for his flushed cheek, tenderly rubbing tiny circles with your thumb. “Sweet dreams.”

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Thanks for fueling my latest interest... I don't usually care much for characters but I literally consume university AUs when I get attached to a character. This is awesome. Love you.

aahhhhh 🥹🥹 this means the world to me. thank you anon and ily too!! 💗

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the intimacy of being silly together

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hi are we okay

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chapter 2 (read here) of nth

c/w: nagumo x afab!reader. AU. multiple lives. soulmates. angst/romance. parenthood. girl dad nagumo.

a/n: wrote this using my phone and out of the blue so it’s pretty short and choppy. sorry.

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i posted something for nagumo on ao3 if anyone’s interested :3

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Nagumo Yoichi x Reader | fluff, totally unserious jealousy, past break-up, the slightest dust of angst, established relationship, not proofread at all

“Did you have any boyfriends before we got together?”

“Yoichi, we literally went to school together,” You mumble sleepily, not quite willing to entertain his nonsense tonight. Whatever he has come up with this late into the night, it cannot be rational or worth the inevitable discussion.

“You're avoiding the question.” His hand finds its way to your cheek, cupping it gently. The palm of his hand is warm and you rest your face against it, leaning into his touch even when he tries to turn your face towards him.

“Was he taller than me? More charming than I am? Better at killing?”

“You and I met when we were fifteen,” you groan, rolling onto your back so you can finally face him. Yoichi is lying on his side, his head propped up on the hand that is not on your face.

Pinching your cheek gently, he tells you, “There are children out there being assassins. You never know.”

“You know you were my first boyfriend.”

He hums. Your eyelids feel heavy but through your eyelashes, you catch sight of the smile that tugs on his lips, causing his cheeks to round out cutely. Closing your eyes, you sigh.

“You were also my second.”

He's quick to reply and you have to fight off the cheeky grin that threatens to make itself known on your face.

“We didn't break up,” Yoichi mumbles, his fingers tracing over your face so softly that it might just send you back into dreamland soon. “We just took a break.”

“We were apart for quite a few years.”

A scoff leaves him and you think you can hear the pouty expression on his face. Cute. “Sometimes breaks take a little longer. So what?”

Wrapping his arms around your middle, he tugs you closer until your chest is right up against his and you feel his heartbeat thrum through your body.

Or is it your own? You don't know anymore but it doesn't matter. What's his is yours and what's yours is his, so why not extend that to this as well?

“You'll be my last boyfriend too,” you add after a bout of silence. “Promised.”

Yoichi stays still for a while as he listens to the way the rhythm of your breathing slows. Until you're fast asleep.

You're in his arms. You're warm, you're real, and alive. Even after all those years that he refers to as a measly break. He knows it was more than that. Curses that it was.

When he presses his lips against your forehead, he knows that he will be your last. Just as you will be his. He'd promised himself.

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WARNINGS: 18+ minors/ageless blogs don't interact, slightly suggestive (implied petting and oral sex (f receiving)), slight dubcon just to be sure (it's implied that although the reader rejects nagumo, they have a deal in place and safewords etc), slight mention of violence and gore, angst implied, she-her / afab character.

you knew it was a losing game with your husband.

usually, you'd prefer not to even play his games, knowing the outcome, but this week has been hard and long and tiring and you were on your last nerve.

with nagumo and the whole world.

and maybe that's why you hadn't thought straight when you had gotten onto your usual calming past-time - finishing crosswords and puzzles on your weekly magazine - while chilling in the living room sofa. usually, you'd do so till nagumo came back from whatever bone-chilling and eldritch-infused horror he might have fought that day, before shifting onto caring for him.

it was either you did on your own, or he'd bother you till you gave up whatever you were playing with (or pushing your attention onto).

today, though, you had no honest patience and upon hearing the door opening and his obonoxious call for you, you ignored it and simply shifted onto a comfortable position on the couch, making sure that you wouldn't be seeing him once he walked in.

he might get the message although he never did.

«why so cold?» he grumped promptly, undeterred by your obvious - and implicit - request for private time as he chose - among the vast space of the couch - to sit beside you. another centimeter and he'd be in your lap. basically «... pissed off at me or at the world?».

«just focused on the task at hand» you replied, because as much as you were disgruntled and needed your space, you also didn't want him to assume that he was the origin of your bad mood.

you and nagumo might have an antagonistic banter that made eyes raise when you told others that you were - legally - married, but this didn't mean that you couldn't tolerate him.

at least, not always.

he could be a pain in the ass when he wanted.

which oftentimes concided with your genuine need for a breath of fresh air, because suddenly it all felt so overwhelming and difficult and...

«...hhm, so ... you are ignoring me on purpose».

although the - correct - accusation, nagumo's tone stayed distended and calm as he lightly tipped one finger against his cheek in contemplation while you stole a look.

he must have showered at the order headquarters as he didn't have a drop of gore of ugliness onto him.

oh, how much you detested his easygoing perfection.

«so, you can take an hint» you shot back irritated, as you shifted your attention onto him for but a moment, although it felt far too late as nagumo was a trained assassin.

you should have been as well, but you lacked the distinct skills of the order members.

the stealthy way in which he pushed you against the shoulder of the couch - not strong enough to hurt you but with enough steadiness to pin you there - and the lethality that contradistinguished a predator. he had, on top of this, the gut to smirk at you.

«... that's cruel» he said with a fake pout «to greet so coldly your husband. who has, again, worked so hard to support you».

«I might not make as much money as you nagumo, but I can support myself» it had been at your insistence chosen not to mix your asset after the marriage, although with the way gifts cascaded onto you for no big occasion, you might have as well «either way, I am cranky annoyed and trying to find this fucking word so would you mind giving me space?».

oh worst idea ever, to word out your need.

nagumo didn't believe in 'space' and it should have worried you immediately, the way in which he pushed back from the pinning position, reclaiming his position beside you.

still, as you knew that this was a game you couldn't win, and yet fought in it dulled by tiredness and anger, you ignored the obvious signs of something brewing in his mind and resumed with the puzzle that you had been trying to solve.

it wasn't anything complex: a simple word scheme where you had to find each word scribbled below written vertically, horizontally and diagonally.

it was a tiresome little mind exercise and yet, it felt calming although at the moment the difficulty at finding a specific word in the scheme of things was making it a tad... frustrating.

and right as you almost found it, it was your legs that were pulled; nagumo pulled onto them quickly enough to make you huff as you went from your seated position onto laying on your back, with your magazine strictly beside your hands and your head lightly lolling to the side in the swift movement.

as if it wasn't enough, he started pushing down your home joggers and it was what you needed to catch onto his thoughts.

«don't even think about it» you threatened promptly while nagumo kept on going, definitely not pushed back from your haughty tone; you both knew that if you had truly been against it, he'd be on the ground with a broken nose.

(it had happened once, when he had thought to approach you in a new disguise at a bar and you had been too drunk to notice his usual tics).

«what?» he feigned innocence, once the joggers were off and it was about time for your fuzzy socks - you felt a wave of embarassment at them - which he treated as if they were high-end stockings. maybe he might be a huge pain your ass, but he had endeared himself to you, endlessly «... I thought you wanted space from me».

«you are touching me» you counterattacked.

«... but I am leaving you space» he didn't make a good argument, although he technically had left you space «... finish your word puzzle my dear, in the meanwhile I shall entertain myself».

with you.

a toyingly good smirk appeared on his face, not anymore the predator hunting but some boyish charm in his face, not fully genuine but he never were after long missions. still, it was yours.

well, if he wanted to play this game, indeed.

you had readied yourself with stubborness and frustration and you wouldn't have let him go so easily, as your eyes fought to stay on the page and search the next word, before a gentle touch over your panties was enough to make you crunch together the newspaper.

fuck, you had severely undermined the power of having missed him.

long fingers had certain perks, although right now they weren't doing much more than tracing tantalizing shapes onto your legs and between your thighs, coming closer and closer to the hem of your panties just to push away.

he was definitely right in saying he'd be entertaining himself. with you.

oh how, you hated him and how hard it was to focus on the word puzzle.

and yet, you refused to give up so willingly as you took a deep breath and thought of everything that was a turnoff: nagumo's bad morning breath, his tendency to discard clothes wherever he could when he was tired and the way he'd hog the covers.

with that in mind, you went back to your puzzle, just to be bambozzled by the touch of something wet against your damp underwear.

you willed yourself not to stray your eyes away from the magazine.

but oh gods, were you weak.

a first look and dark was all that you could see, with nagumo's hair falling right into his eyes, which just heightened to the hungry look he was delivering. especially as his eyes weren't focused onto you at all, but on your own cunt, right between your legs.

oh my.

if you hadn't already been aroused by the touches, his intense gaze was enough to send you overdrive as you felt the grip onto the magazine lessen and loosen.

he had won, and yet, you wouldn't have made it easy for him, ditching the intensity of his darkness in favor of trying to focus to what appered like a messy set of words and letters.

you'd need all the luck in the world and it wouldn't be enough, because sometimes - just sometimes - your husband knew better than you what you needed.

[akimoroll]

moodboard for this nagumo x f!reader fic.

[akimoroll]

how to successfully report and remove your stolen fic on c.ai:

aka don't use fics for c.ai bots... a story of a c.ai creator who fucked around & found out:

for any other author who gets their shit stolen by ai bots on c.ai this is what you need to do:

create an c.ai account

submit a support ticket

choose DMCA & Counter Notice as the issue

under "additional information" you must provide the following: — a description of your fic that is being infringed (where you published it, date, where you post, under what names, etc) — a description of the bot that is infringing your work (include name of bot, what parts it is infringing and author's name at minimum). — a statement that you are the copyright holder have not authorized use of your property/fic in this manner nor given it to the author of the bot.

you will have to give your contact info including your full legal name, address and telephone number

provide the link to your original work (where you published it first) and the link to the bot.

Attachments (up to 5 allowed): — IMPORTANT: make sure at least one of these attachments is an electronic signature using your full legal name. i used this site to get one for free (i attached both signed and typed). — the other attachments I used to show proof of my fic vs their bot and the exact word for word similarities. and also when they blatantly said they were reuploading the bot on their profile which is likely why c.ai banned the rest of their bots.

extra tips:

if your ticket submission is successful you will get an email with a ticket number.

c.ai is pretty responsive (1-2 business days) so i would give it that long before submitting a new ticket.

you must submit EVERYTHING as I have wrote it or they will ask you to resubmit an entirely new ticket. following up with missing info did not work.

if the bot gets reuploaded you still have to submit an entirely new ticket (make sure to save and reference your old ticket number in new ticket).

everything i wrote here can be found under their tos in the DMCA section

hope this helps others authors. feel free to inbox or msg with any questions.