#Nagumo Fic

[angstigone]

(A/N): hello there lovelies,

this is mostly a gift to @akifordessert for tolerating my silly thots.

WARNINGS: mostly crack, fake-dating, fake-infidelity, mention of murder and fore, sexual tension, ooc! nagumo, ooc! hyo, she-her pronouns/afab character.

«my dear, I do hope that you won't think me nosy» said mrs. moriyama, the gossiper of the neighborhood, while sitting down on the sofa in your living room.

she had come inside with the offer of baked goods, although you knew it'd have meant a good hour of your time lending ear to her weird neighborly conspirations.

«mrs. moriyama, you could never be nosy» although your feelings veered onto the opposite.

still, the downside of being in an undercover mission was that you didn't act onto your own wills and wants, but instead you did everything for the good for the mission.

comprehended being nice to ladies you couldn't stand.

«well, it could be... it could be a sensitive topic».

you wondered whether it'd be that she had noticed mrs. kaori a few houses down sneak sugar in her muffins for the bake sales or if she had finally caught onto the fact that the tall and lanky man she always described waving at her was a tree.

«either way, it'll do us little good if I don't get it out, immediately».

and gently holding out her hands for your own as if she was a concerned sister, she sought out your gaze and ushered.

«are you cheating on your husband with your neighbor?».

the words didn't properly hit you till after a few - incriminating - minutes in which the old lady just went through her own conclusion as she shook her head both judging and soft as if she was definitely aware that you were a cheater but for your own reasons.

«oh, well, I can only understand you, my darling» except her tone didn't imply pity at all «... with a man that works such long hours and a bride so young... although back in my days, if I had been caught by my husband doing such a thing...».

«I am not... cheating on my... husband» although your acting skills were better, you couldn't help but be slightly taken aback by the accusation «... especially not with our... with my neighbor!».

the old lady didn't believe her a single bit as she promptly accused further.

«but... I... I saw him... he's pretty touchy, isn't he?» she brought forward «... and he does visit you often, doesn't he?».

«simply as he's concerned about hyo spending so much time away and leaving me alone».

the justification came out of your mouth convincingly enough and you accompanied it promptly with a good amount of judgement of your own.

mrs. moriyama had at least the decency to fluster lightly.

«... as for being touchy, yoichi is especially touchy with anybody. I don't think I am any special».

now, the woman looked less convinced and more embarassed: better striked the iron while it was hot.

«if you see malice in our interactions, mrs. moriyama» you got up from the sofa swiftly as if bitten, feigning a genuine hurt «... it must be in your eyes».

hook and sunk.

the old lady blabbered unconvincingly as if she couldn't believe that she was wrong for once, and to give her even less of a chance, she grabbed the muffins from the ground and went to pick them in the kitchen as if feigning to be busy.

to leave the woman no other option.

«... I apprecciate your words, but I think that it'd be best if you went back home, mrs. moriyama» keeping a civil relationship with your neighbor had been a request of the mission, but you doubted that such a ground was salvageable, and it was better to have the old lady feel too ashamed to ask any further inquiries. especially when it was right.

«oh my dear, it wasn't my intention to offend you».

«and you didn't, mrs. moriyama» except your tone lingered on the exact opposite «... but I think that both hyo and yoichi would find offense into such a thing».

«oh, I shall apologize and...» but by now you had managed to drag the lady to the entrance and with a promise to contact her once you felt 'easier' you promptly chose to slam the door in her face. for good measure.

you had crumpled against it with a breath of relief when a familiar laugh came from the stairs of the household.

«... ugh, we have such lively neighbors».

«don't even start, nagumo» you felt an headache brewing into your mind.

«oh, I thought I was yoichi just a few moments before» the complacent asshole appeared as he sat himself halfway through the stairs with a meaningful 'oomph'.

of course, he had been spying onto the conversation while mooping around the house.

«... weren't we friendly enough to be thought as lovers?».

«don't let it get into your head» you pointed out, promptly moving into a defensive stance. technically nagumo yoichi was your ally. technically speaking as every conversation with him felt like a sparring session «... it was a lady with catharacts that said it».

«well, even with her terrible eyesight she could tell that you and I were perfect for one another».

«she said no such thing» you should have known better than to let the trained hitman get underneath your skin; it had been all he had wanted since you had joined the order. unlike him and his squadmates, you lacked the distinct ability for killing but were an expert spy who prided yourself onto a perfect control. you were just right for recon and undercover missions.

as long as you weren't paired with the main annoyance, nagumo yoichi.

«hhm, she implied it».

«I don't think so».

«I do».

he had gotten up from where he stood and now he had come to where you had moved to collect the traces of the small afternoon tea. his closeness always created a series of mixed feelings into you and you couldn't deny that in part what mrs. moriyama had said had been true: nagumo was excessively friendly and touchy with you, a thing that terrorized and thrilled you.

there was a slice of danger in every way that nagumo moved; it wasn't just the fact that this man could have easily killed you with a child's toy, but he held himself in a way that was too friendly and yet, not close enough.

he treated you like his newest toy, on top of that, and you didn't enjoy the thought of the lack of control that came with this.

it had startled you when you had seen him while on the mission when he had introduced himself - in disguise - as your newest neighbor, before coming into your house when hyo had left for 'work' and ask you why you hadn't been partnered.

"I am better than that oaf at disguising".

you didn't think that in the years in which you had worked together under the order, you had ever noticed him that evidently pissed, as he had cornered you into your own house. it had you feeling like a prey and the whole emotion was burning in both embarassment and something else that you refused to discocern.

"that clown" hyo had said after nagumo's appearance while he feigned to read his newspaper as a proper husband "... always putting his nose where it didn't belong".

but this time it felt personal. to you.

«... hhm, still» he had come close enough that one of his hands was quick to gently caress your cheek, tenderly enough and yet to you it felt like a slap.

when had he come so close to you... without you noticing it?

for god's sake, you were meant to be a renown spy! and here you were acting like a skittish housewife.

the end of this mission couldn't come any faster.

«you aren't helping with the rumors» you shot back with an annoyed glare. or at least you fixed one on your face «... I told you not to get involved. there must be a reason if hyo was chosen in your pla...».

his hand was quick to push itself onto your mouth. it could have wrapped around your throat.

you might not be at his level in a fight, but you knew how to hold your own, had he actually fought against you. instead, he acted like a petulant child.

«don't remind me» he hissed as if he was seething with such a thing «I wanted to be your husband».

"dear heart, hold still".

you knew that nagumo was as trained as you in reading micro-expressions. anything could have given you out.

«and yet, it was me who was assigned».

never had you been gladder for hyo's intervention as the man closed - loudly - the door behind himself, and you used the startlement to duck your head and distance yourself from nagumo.

how close had you been to...

«... also why did mrs. moriyama stop me on the way to get in to apologize?» he raised an eyebrow as you came to his side, graciously grabbing his jacket to keep up the feigned appearance fo a domestic bliss .

nagumo's gaze might as well be a bullet aimed at your head.

no wait... it was a few centimeters higher... it was aimed at hyo.

«did the old bitch finally crook?».

«you won't like this» you spoke, instead, ignoring his crassness «... she just came here to accuse me of cheating on you. with nagumo».

hyo's eyes fell onto you and then back onto nagumo.

«I wonder where she got that idea».

«so, you also agree that I'd make the best husband, don't you?» nagumo had to obviously brush it in.

«... I have seen the state of your laundry» now that was smething that you were definitely curious about, especially in which occasion such a meet up had happened between hyo and nagumo's laundry «she's better off with me».

«boring» nagumo simply pouted, as you instead brought the matter at hand back.

«what do we do about mrs. moriyama?».

«I thought murdering her was off the table» you brushed off hyo's attempt at humor «not sure. what did you tell her?».

«that she was seeing things» but you doubted that'd be enough although the woman had been genuinely embarassed in the moment «still, I know she'll prod».

«what if we simply... let it happen».

both you and hyo turned to nagumo with honest confusion, as he simply smirked while slumping onto your sofa.

«you could become a widow and I could...».

«would that involve my death?» hyo said bewildered.

«this is a fucking undercover mission, not the fucking sims» you shot back «no need for fucking plot twists or shit... I... we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place if you had stayed in your lane».

«this whole situation wouldn't have happened at all, if I had been allowed to be your husband, instead of that brute!»

«I think I want a divorce» hyo promptly muttered as he moved to the kitchen and from the sound of it, you heard the liquor cabinet being opened.

not that you could blame him.

on his own, nagumo had this shit-eating grin on his face, much to your aggravation and annoyance.

«if he gets a divorce, do I get you, by the way, sweetheart?».

you better figure out a way to poison your supposed lover.

you definitely wondered whether mrs. moriyama had any pointers in that department.

[akimoroll]

fridays are supposed to be fun but you were having one of the worst days of your life—you missed the bus this morning, coffee spilled on your newly purchased white blouse, sent the wrong file to your boss, got scolded because of it and the list could go on.

you were relieved when you finally set foot at home. a whole weekend of resting and catching up to your favorite ongoing shows awaits you. however, the universe isn't finished with you yet. you were in the middle of preparing dinner when you realized that you had forgotten to pick up an important ingredient on your way home.

nagumo appeared out of nowhere, you’re used to it by now. he was about to open his mouth to annoy you but stopped after seeing you on the verge of tears with your lips quivering.

so cute, he thought.

“who hurt my baby?” he cooed, pouting as an attempt to hide his sly grin.

he chuckled when you pouted back. he took you by the hand as he sat himself down on the couch, making you sit on his lap sideways, “tell me all about it.”

he watched your face while you passionately yap to your heart's content. his fingers gently moved through your hair as it trailed down your back, occasionally squeezing your waist while the other rested on the side of your thigh.

he gently tucked your hair to the side as he planted soft kisses on your neck and across your shoulders, humming against your skin, musing, “is that so?”

“aw, that’s too bad.”

“uh-oh, tell me more.”

“you poor thing.”

as you became increasingly ticklish, you fumbled your words.

“are you even listening?” you snapped at him.

he paused and leaned back, smirking as if he had accepted a challenge. he began listing off everything you just said in the same order while making silly impressions of you, “did i miss anything?”

one thing about him is he listens and it’s hella attractive.

feeling a bit better, you wrapped your arms around him as you softly murmured against his lips, “i missed you.”

“i missed you too,” he whispered in between kisses.

he swiftly maneuvered you to lay on the couch, causing you to squeal. you reprimanded him, “yoichi, i’m making dinner.”

“what are you talking about? my dinner’s right here.” he retorted, causing the two of you to end up having delivered pizza for late dinner.

[herringstrait]

2nd iteration of this chart for skdy. Haven't posted on tumblr in ages so pray forgive any formatting issues.

[4channerguy]

Fluff Nagumo (sakamoto days) x GN reader!! It could be about anything Idc as long as it’s fluff!! Include nsfw in the end if you would like too I don’t mind 🫶

✧ nagumo as your boyfriend

◜ ⟣𓂃 hey anonn :3 sorry for the hold up i've been suffering writer's block for like months and shit & i decided it’s the best for me to do like a little headcanon thing cuz like tbh i don’t think i could write a full fic tho 🫡 also the nsfw part is lacking at best because i genuinely still do not KNOW how to WRITE for NAGUMO!!! WHY OH WHY!!!! anyway i hope it caters to you. xoxo (。・∀・)ノ

warnings ✎ : nsfw content, gender neutral reader (genitalia is not mentioned only your chest and your butt KEK) obsessive behavior mayhaps? ➜ ┊ pairings: nagumo x reader

♯┆SFW .ᐟ ★

he's such a wonderful bf *sigh*

he's also quite a teaser ngl, i think he blows on your neck a lot and when you flinch and glare at him he always has a shit-eating grin.

quite overprotective of you, even if you're literally extremely muscular and can literally bodyslam someone, he cannot BEAR the sight of you getting a small scratch on your face. or you getting into a fight

he's also a drama king

"oh hey nagumo...uhh what're you doing...?"

"applying rubbing alcohol on your face duh, who did this to you?? >:("

"what're you talking about...oh."

"oh?"

"heh...um that was me. i did that. i was...ripping a candy bag open. with my teeth. and the sharp part...cut my face." *insert mlp squee sound*

"..."

he's still going to thoroughly disinfect it and check on it everyday until it's gone. what a king!

he's very handsy, so you will find his hand SOMEWHERE on your part of your body.

you get so used to it you don't even notice.

if you ever sleep together, he always has both of his arms wrapped around you and whenever you wake up in the morning, you feel a puddle of drool in your hair. like always.

when he's sitting down next to you he always has the habit of grabbing your nearest hand and massaging your phalanges. or just intertwining and detangling your fingers with his.

also has the habit of just staring at you for no reason

it's like when you accidentally hold eye contact or stare at a person while your zoning out

except for his case he does it intentionally.

quite possessive of you, in some cases it can be unhealthy. also a bit jealous. (i might go on with this in a ramble if i could)

always offers his frumpy looking jackets and hawaiian shirts for you to wear

and you do because...who tf wouldnt lol

and when you do wear them he melts a little

trace his tattoos with your fingers!!! he finds that gesture slightly intimate

also you two have a game where every year for his birthday you pick out the dumbest tattoo design and make him get it

last year it was a badly drawn dick with two circles and a long oval lol

♯┆NSFW .ᐟ ★

i think he's personally an ass/thigh man

he's always finding a way to sneakily grope them in public settings

speaking of that he probably likes public risky sex (what a freak literally)

the thought of you and him getting off in the back of some janitor's closet or something like that with the door unlocked will get him hard ngl

he also probably has a size kink

AND this might be an unpopular opinion BUT i personally think that he would want to explore pegging

but you didn't hear that from me........................

he would think about asking you about it time to time but he won't personally act on it because it's not something he wants to experience it yet

(sorry)

dick size is kind of around 5 or 6 inches when hard probably and it's not very girthy i will not lie 🙅but it hits all the right spots i guess so yass?

he likes bondage, but wants to see you tied up most of the time :3

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 04.12.24, do not repost or translate my content :^)

[ladybyakuya]

| THAW + GAKU. 

+cw. — fem!reader, biker au, biker!gaku, biker!nagumo, uzuki, akira, kashimo are mentioned, background uzurion & taroaoi; no fluff or smut so idk what to mention except, heavy pining, tension, first meet, and flirting. Will there be more? Lets see? 

+wc. —1.2k 

+syn.— oya? A new face in town? A new trophy to win? Perhaps. . .

+notes. — thought too much about biker!gaku while listening to Tough by l d ray and now i’m here.| redirect to blog navigation.

Gaku always ties his ace hand bandages on both hands all by himself while the spectators watch him do it, slowly surrounding him like a bevy of stars, boys and girls alike thinking what if he needs help, what if he picks one of them but he never picks someone from the crowd to do it. It is a holy ritual for him, a gesture of good luck before he secures a win against the rival gang but tonight as he spots a new face among the crowd and that too in the rival gang he can not help but wonder who might you be! 

He sees you hiding behind one of the top bikers in the rival gang, Rion Akao clutching onto her arms like it is a last stick in the sea to survive, eyes lingering all over the place with a downpour of worry and fear. Why did Akao-san bring you here? Or were you that curious that she could not dismiss your demand? Did you throw a tantrum? Oh my my! Are you the tantrum-thrower type? Kei who is standing by his side notices how Gaku’s hand movements have ceased while doing his silly habit for what he calls “a holy ritual.” 

He nudges Gaku’s elbow saying, “Oye focus.”

“Huh?” was all Gaku yielded from his chest looking at Kei and then looking at you asking, “Who’s that? Never seen her before.”

“That’s Rion. You truly need those eyes to get checked.” While Geku’s eyes still watch you from the gaps of the crowd, his eyebrows pinch at first; then he turns his head towards Uzuki exclaiming with a tone of taunt laced underneath, “Really now! You have eyes only for Rion-san but no one else, huh?” as he leans over the engine of his bike and everyone in the crowd vocally swoons in unison at his stance which certainly makes you notice that particular crowd surrounding a biker on the opposite side of the road.

Uzuki’s eyes go flat like a heart monitor of a dying patient. He can’t put up with this now! Literally can’t.Not again. The visible annoyance on his face does not go unnoticed by Gaku and hence, he decides to salt and pepper it as the announcement starts to blare, “Everyone! clear the path. The race is going to start soon. Everyone! clear the path The race. . .”

Today’s crowd is not that rowdy so Kashimo does not have to hurt his throat and lungs much. Sometimes he has to take medicine but that happens on special days, like when there is a race match between Taro and Uzuki. 

As the crowd disperses, Nagumo gets ready for his race against Gaku. The former holds his helmet in his hands as Rion whispers in his ears. Nagumo laughs as Rion steps away with a serious expression while he laughs before stating,” Sure. Sure. I will take her on a ride for sure,” looking at you. 

“I will not wear a helmet though.” You demand. One of Nagumo’s eyebrows jumps; not that Nagumo is reluctant to your choice yet feels the urge to look at Rion. Her expression does not help him much. 

“No. can’t do. Safety first lady.”  Nagumo chimes.

Now the road is occupied by the two bikers who are about to race against each other. Most of the crowd had stepped back to the pavement alongside the road. Gaku still has not completed his ace bandage, which is spotted from where Kashimo is announcing. He was just about to ping Uzuki about it but things take an unexpected turn.

Standing among the crowd, you laugh at Nagumo’s silly antics while Rion scolds him. Gaku glances at Kei before he extends his arm towards the other side of the road. The unified commotion of the crowd dissipates gradually as you finally lay eyes on him. You see the guy opposite Nagumo swallowing, the movement of his Adam’s apple is painfully visible. It takes a while for everyone to understand who is he pointing at.

Rion and Kei exchange looks. While Kei lets his fingers skim through his hair in disbelief a smile tugs up along Rion’s lips. “Go on. He is harmless,” says she swatting her hand making your lithe grip let loose. You look at Aoi who is standing beside Taro holding his hand because Rion saying ‘harmless’ is not the kind of gauging you can easily rely on. Aoi smiles at you while Taro just nods. Now, what’s that supposed to mean? You look at the biker on the opposite side of the road who is still waiting, extending his hand out towards you. 

You sigh, just once but with the silence that got clustered in this place within a few minutes your sigh sure sounds heavy. You cross the road, stand in front of Gaku, and grace him with a two-second eye contact before holding those dangling bandages. You tilt your head and inspect. There is not much to be done, except wrapping the tape around his fingers and the thumb part has already been done. It is a good thing that you knew otherwise it would be so embarrassing. Maybe he would instruct you or show you how to do it on one of his hands so that you could do the other. You secure the wrapping with the velcro ends it had. Your ears pick up a question, “Are you new around here?”

Gaku gives you his other hand with a tape coming out of his pocket. You look at him with a surprise washing over your face, lips visibly apart as your eyebrows pinch. Is this guy for real? “No. Not really,” you say inserting the loop over his thumb. You need a sort of support to achieve the tight binding it demands. A part of you wants to avoid any sort of skin contact not because he is a stranger or an acquaintance of an acquaintance but because you would like your boundaries to be protected. So, you scoot forward a little letting his fingertips rest on the leather jacket yours,  the left side where your heart resides, while holding his wrist that has already been wrapped. You start to wrap the tape around his wrist then diagonally when Gaku notices how even your heart beats. It makes him nervous. 

“What will you be doing after this race?” Your movement pauses for like two seconds and then you continue. “Are you free?” Gaku can feel your heart rate. It is not calm anymore. You tie around his knuckles, then move to wrap in between his fingers one by one taking your time while the grip on his wrist grows firm. You can feel his pulse too. It is throbbing like an old light in the attic.

“Am not,” you utter, sticking the two ends of velcro one over the other. Glancing at him once you get back to the other side of the road getting behind Rion like you did before but this time not holding her hand or Akiras who is smiling and giving you looks. 

“That was an odd display of . . . affection?” The mike is alive again. Gaku looks like he just has his pants. 

“You really need to teach him some manners Kei.”  Gaku voiced. 

Uzuki lets out a chuckle offering the most humble response, “Now why would I do that?”

[gojosatorailme]

I’m desperate for Nagumo from Sakamoto Days so might as well take the initiative and write a fic myself. I’m now taking over this hashtag, this man shall be KNOWN.

Lovesick

A blood tainted battlefield. This is the life you chose the moment you entered the JCC. It wasn’t going to be “sugar spice and everything nice” oh no, it was gonna be hell and you knew it. The longer time passes, the more comrades were bound to fall..bound to die. It was inevitable.

But that doesn’t stop the racing of your anxious heart when you saw them fight.

It doesn’t stop your heart from worrying about him.

Nagumo. 

Sakamoto, Akao, Nagumo, and you. The four of you were tasked to infiltrate an enemy from Thailand, the four actually meaning three.

You were only a first year, you tagged along as an observer. The three were the strongest in the assassin class, you wanted to experience their missions first hand.

Before the mission, you didn’t exactly know much about the three nor did you have a strong opinion on them.

“Taro Sakamoto. Strong.. does he talk??”

“Rion Akao. Totally a hot babe”

“Nagumo…. dunno?”

None of them caught your interest, you just wanted to see them fight and maybe steal a few signature moves for your own benefit.. with your own tweaks of course.

None of them caught your eye, besides him of course. Who the hell is he? I mean, he was attractive sure. He had big eyes, remotely long lashes, long shaggy-ish black hair and.. his tattoo’s. His tattoos were what got you, it was like he was a canvas. Works of art were painted throughout his entire body, it was beautiful. Not to mention his physique, he was so your type.

But he was just so mysterious? There wasn’t much about him that you could pin point, he wasn’t as readable. He’s smart and strong yeah but what goes on in his head you don’t get it? What even is his surname? Meaning to his tattoos? If he wants to fu- he was a mystery.

That’s why he was so captivating. His movements were smooth and quick, you barely saw it as he sliced open an enemies head. Then down another, and another, then eventually there was a pile of bodies that littered the floor accompanied by the reeking stench of blood.

You were supposed to only tag along for one mission, but after meeting Nagumo, you practically begged to tag along again. Then you became a permanent member of the team.

At first, you wanted to see what you can learn from them in order to be stronger. But now, it’s for him. You wanted an excuse to see him. It didn’t take you long to realize that this interests developed into a crush.

You couldn’t help it, the more you hung around him the more entranced you became. You wanted to believe he was using a sort of assassin technique to seduce you, maybe his dark eyes were the culprit? Everytime you gazed into them you couldn’t find yourself looking away.

He’s so silly, he’s pretty cool too. It was strange, you thought he was kinda weird but his laugh never fails to make your face feel warm. The room felt hot when he was there, at one point you wanted to escape.

At one point the feelings made you feel trapped, suffocated maybe. Seeing him made you anxious, you made a fool of yourself. Fumbling over your words and avoiding his gaze, he’s a smart guy so your sure he’s caught on by now. It got so bad you began throwing up in the morning worried you’d see him, what does he think of you?? Your stomach would always feel funny at the thought.

His laugh began to make you feel dizzy.

Why was he so cute?

It didn’t help that he smelled sooo good, a cold blooded assassin that smells GOOD? You don’t hear that everyday.

These feelings stop you from reaching your full potential as an assassin, even limiting you from your original powers.

Even now, as Nagumo is on the ground with a bloodied stomach, you can’t protect him. The others were in another building and it was only you two, being overcome with the tension, you messed up and he was forced to take the blow.

He could’ve easily taken on the enemy on his own, he was strong after all, but he had to save you. Why? You don’t know. You don’t even want to bother deluding yourself with the thought that he’d like you back.

The enemy was eventually killed but what do you do with a bloodied Nagumo? You don’t know either. He’s just laughing.

“It’s okay I’ll be fine in a bit, that guy was a small fry anyway!! He barely stabbed me no worries.”

Oh but you were worried. You were so worried, you felt disgusted about yourself, he was bleeding from the stomach and your getting butterflies from the mere thought of his hand touching your shoulder. Gross.

The butterflies remained as Akao and Sakamoto helped you carry Nagumo back to base where he can get proper treatment.

The butterflies remained when you got back to your dorm at the JCC.

The butterflies remained for a long time.

You cant possibly continue like this could you? your an assassin, a killer. That’s your purpose here, there’s no room for love.

with trembling legs, you walked to the infirmary where Nagumo layed.

His stomach was recovering quickly, the doctor said he’d be able to go on missions by next week.

“Hey y/n! ya here to visit me?”

He waited for your answer as you sat down near his bed side.

“You look pretty serious, something wrong?”

first, an apology.

“I’m sorry, I was weak so you had to save me. I’ll be better, thank you.”

and before he could answer, with a shaky sigh and eyes tightly shut you took in a deep breath.

“I love you.”

It came out as a whisper, barely audible. You were worried he didn’t hear you and you were dreading the thought. You seriously didn’t want to repeat it.

His expression was blank.

It scared you.

The atmosphere was choking you, you wanted to cry.

Noticing his expression, you took the hint and turned to leave. How silly right? You almost git the guy killed and you have the audacity to confess? hah!

“I know.”

You stopped in your tracks. He knows? He knows what?? That your stupid? That someone like him was out of your league? That you were weak and almost killed hi-

hm? whats this?

Your lips feel warm.

Oh. He was kissing you.

he was.. HE WAS WHAT?

you froze still, eyes wide. You were sure you looked like an idiot. Even after he pulled away and a small string of saliva was visible, even after he smiled at you. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening? The situation seemed foreign to you.

It wasn’t until you heard loud cackling that you snapped out of your trance.

“I love you too stup- y/n.”

[fierce-little-miana]

With, umh, six months of delay (!!!), here is chapter 12:

In which Souji becomes an adult or life marches on at the Shieikan for better or for worse and everyone is cursed with being a teenager. But Chizuru gets to play with pretty hair, so there is that.

Tagging: @flowerynameslover, @queengurako, @nospringonions, @nalufever, @impracticaldemon, @shell-senji, @lescahiersdesable, @rennarenofao3, @bubblesthemonsterartist, @manicvegananimevoyager, @blueneil, @all-prophecies-are-false, (if anyone wants to be added or removed from this list don’t hesitate to tell me, especially after all this time 😅).

And don’t hesitate to leave a comment, you would make me very happy.

[mirktea]

One Last Puff

a short fic of Nagumo’s yearly custom for the last 8 years.

“one bottle of sake and a pack of cigarette please.”

Shin who currently man the counter eyed the tattooed man suspiciously.

“i didn't know you smoked, Nagumo-san.”

“occasionally.” the man shrugged lightly. The look in his eyes is darker, not a trace of his usual playfulness in view. Sakamoto, who was observing not far from the counter only stared at his old time friend.

“wait, Nagumo.” Sakamoto rummages under the counter searching for something. Nagumo heard the clinks of two shot glass that Sakamoto took out from under the counter as he handed it to him. “for sharing, if you need to.”

Nagumo chuckled. “with who?”

“if not with her, just think it as my representation as I can't visit her.”

“are you visiting your girlfriend, Nagumo-san?” Shin asked teasingly. “nah, just an old friend.” the dark haired man only shows a strained smile and left the store.

after walking a few steps from the store, Shin heard a thought.

‘just a dear old friend…’

————

He sat there, back resting on her tombstone. he poured the sake to both glass he got from Sakamoto. One glass he put beside the flower, the other one he gulp down immediately, starting his yearly custom.

Minutes turns into hours. He's there when the sun was right above his head, and still there now that it was replaced by the moon. his cheeks flushed a little, but his eyes as dark as ever. the bottle of sake was empty but his head was still full.

full of regret. full of anguish.full of what ifs. full of her.

it's the 8th anniversary of Rion Akao's death. it's the 8th year he's done this. it's the 8th time he spent a day by her grave. it's the 8th time he let his tears falls freely.

if Shishiba or Sakamoto saw him now, they will award him for talking the least sentence in a day as he usually talks their ears off.

as the night turns colder, Nagumo was on his last cigarette. he light it up, head as hazy as the night. he can't differentiate the smoke from his cigarette and the night fog. he mumbled “one last puff…” as he ihale it and turn off the cigarette. he got up, picks up the shot glass and empty bottle, and turns away.

“see you next year, Akao.”

[uzurakis]

helo, if u don't mind me asking, do you lov Rin Itoshi?

Not even a question, nonnie . . Not even a question . .

[seoafin]

nobody asked for it but i have Thoughts on nagumo and the current arc in sakamoto days

i think the thing im most interested in regarding nagumo is his switch from his hs days to the current nagumo we see in the manga. i was initially surprised to see him so serious bc the nagumo we're introduced to originally is a first and foremost, a liar who cracks jokes, whose character is riddled with contradictions and not taken seriously (as an unreadable liar who hates liars). in the current hs arc we get a much more serious nagumo who doesn't smile as much and rarely jokes around (and only with rion more than anyone else) which brings me to my second point that it's implied in the manga that rion is the "friend's death" that nagumo is going against the JAA to look into which leads me to the question of where does nagumo's allegiance actually lie? if not with the JAA then with (rip legend) rion? sakamoto? for a character that is pointedly detached from other characters in a way that other characters aren't, does this mean he actually values friendship? human connection???? he does help out sakamoto on multiple counts but i always thought it was clear that he'd help out as long as it doesn't interfere with his duties at the order........hmm......anyway.......chewing on these questions

and if we're talking the current arc of sakamoto days then How did rion die is the question. like i said before i do think uzuki had a hand in it considering their contrasting ideologies and their clash during the assignment (which i do believe was intentional) i just think it's SO disappointing how rion (supposedly the strongest out of the three of them!!!!) died and off screen too........

[purpldawne]

every time i get a comment on ao3 i feel the need to reread the whole fic. just did this with BOTH chapters of are men even real and i think "im not gonna fight you" "why, because you don't hit girls?" "no!" is the best tetsu + naru interaction ive ever written

[akimoroll]

coated biscuit sticks.

nagumo yoichi (sakamoto days) x reader — college au

fem reader. slight enemies to lovers. fluff. suggestive. minors dni — wc: 2.1k

part of a series on ao3

“Oh, hell no.” Your roommate cackled as she stood beside you, looking around your desk.

You turned to her, “Should I be worried?”

“Well…” she pursed her lips, “he is a bit of a menace and popular at that.”

You snickered, “Ooh, scary.”

“Just…” she trailed off, “be careful.”

You chuckled and continued writing your notes, “It’s not like I’m gonna hang out with him. It’s just… peer tutoring.”

She walks over to her side of the room, “Whatever you say, babe. You’re a big girl.”

You watched her from the side before speaking, “So, you’re friends with him?”

She hummed, sitting on her bed, “Same circle but we’re not close,” she gasped, “You know, this might actually be a good thing for you!”

You gave her a questioning look, “Elaborate.”

“It’s your senior year. Live a little! I’m sure he could help you with that.” She grins, her eyebrows dancing.

You huffed, rolling your eyes, you continued writing, “I am living! And like I’ve said, just tutoring.” you reiterated.

That was the plan.

So why on earth—so early in the morning, in an empty study lounge—is your back pressed against the door by Nagumo with his tongue down your throat?

You place your hands on his chest as you try to push him away but he’s so much taller and stronger than you. You feel him smile against your lips. This insolent prick.

He leans down to your level with his hands cupping your cheeks. He’s so careful not to strain your neck. His gentleness made you give in, you let yourself melt into him. His kisses were soft and slow, it tasted sweet— chocolate? Oh, those coated biscuit sticks.

He always had those on him. You want some?

No, thank you.

Why not?

Not that you didn’t like it. But for some odd reason, you were hellbent on not having that scent on you— his scent, to be exact.

You have a keen sense of smell and upon meeting Nagumo, it blurred the line between it being a blessing or a curse to you. He always smelled like chocolate: when he walks in and sits across from you, when he opens his bag, when he talks to you—

And also that time when you spaced out and watched him eat the thing slowly, the way it lingered on his lips before he took a bite, the way he licked his lips. But he then smirked and you were flustered that he caught you shamelessly staring.

Now you could taste it. So much for not trying to smell like him.

He gives you a moment to catch your breath. Your eyes flutter as he starts trailing kisses down your neck. His hands running down from your shoulders to your wrists, taking the straps of your backpack along, he drops it to the floor. And when he intertwined his hands with yours, your brain nearly shut down.

“We shouldn’t do this.” you pant.

He chuckles breathily against your skin, “You’re right, we shouldn’t.” he murmured. But he doesn’t stop— biting off the button of your blouse, he takes it from his mouth and puts it in the back pocket of your jeans. He kisses further down your collarbone, leaving moist prints, sighing against your skin.

“I- Ah- I’m serious.” you stammer.

He grins, “Mhm, I bet you are.” he mumbled, before claiming your lips again. He then takes your hands and places them on his shoulders.

He deepens the kiss, pressing his body against yours. You squirm as his tattooed hands travel your back.

You ache for his touch for a split second when you feel his hand leave you.

Click.

He locked the door behind you. After realizing what he’s up to, you pulled away, “Yoichi!” You warn him quietly.

“I didn’t know a kiss could unlock first name privileges.” He teases, tucking hair strands behind your ear, he then twirls his fingers with the ends of your hair.

Just a week ago, you were so adamant on how you should address each other strictly by last name, because according to you: “We’re not friends. I’m just here to tutor you.” He inwardly chuckles at the memory and how he’s looking at you right now, enjoying the view— face flushed, hair out of place, blouse half undone, lipstick ruined. And it was all because of him.

He was intrigued by you from the start, like a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out. You didn’t laugh at his antics, didn’t smile at him once, never answered any questions outside tutoring. But at some point, it did annoy him—how much of a stuck-up you are—so much that he made sure his presence shall be known for the next following days.

You kept seeing him with his smug grin and his fuckboy outfits, it made you cringe— in the halls, near your dorms, in the cafes you go regularly to, he was everywhere.

It really didn’t bother you that much, not until he started talking to you outside of tutoring. He didn’t care if you were alone or you’re with your friends, he would come and say hi or say something out-of-pocket so casually that he’d start conversing with your friends too, and they teased you endlessly about it.

But he’s so hot! Are you blind?!

I’ll take him if you don’t want him.

Did you not see the way he was looking at you?

God, you are dense.

And then his friends started approaching you too.

Have you seen Yoichi around?

Hey, you should come to the party tonight. It’d be fun.

Oh, you can’t? That’s too bad.

You see, Nagumo wouldn’t shut up about you.

You have become so annoyingly aware of his existence that the one time he didn’t show up for tutoring, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You couldn’t focus in class. You were subconsciously searching for him in crowds. You passed by places you’ve seen him frequently. You even passed by his frat house despite it not being your route. You even went the extra mile and asked his friends pretending you bumped into them. Your routine was in shambles that day.

Just when you’ve finally talked yourself out of it and had given up— you saw him off-campus, stepping out of a car, with a girl in the driver seat. She was so, so pretty with her turquoise hair and looked so cool smoking a cigarette. She honked at him as he watched her drive off. He then turned around with hands in his pockets, beaming as soon as he locked eyes with you.

Insecurity started creeping in, you panicked and ran off. When you finally reached the dorms, you were relieved that your roommate wasn’t there. You wouldn’t know what to say if she asked why you’re so out of breath like you were fighting for your life. It felt so unlike you, like you were in a state of malfunction. It maddened you to a degree that when he met you for tutoring this morning, he felt it radiating from you.

He was seated across from you, stealing glances your way as you occupied yourself with a book.

“Rough night?” he asked in which you didn’t answer, you didn’t even move a muscle.

To make things less awkward for you, he ripped a piece of paper from his notes and started writing: Are you mad? He gently slid it across the table.

You don’t know what has gotten you but you had an urge to write back: Why would I be mad?

Pleased that you wrote back: Idk, that’s why I’m asking.

I’m not.

He held back a chuckle. You’re not very good at lying.

You glared at him after reading his response. How could you tell? You’re probably good at it.

He snickered a little too loud. Curious about me?

You scoffed quietly and wrote: Definitely not.

He snorted from holding back his laugh— I heard you were looking for me yesterday.

You shut your eyes and took a deep breath. I wasn’t.

He stared at you for a moment too long, amused. He wrote: So my friends were lying?

I didn’t say that. You put down the pen a little too hard.

Liar, liar.

You scoffed quietly, pointing at his work sheets.

But he was persistent— Were you jealous?

You pretended you didn’t see the note. He annoyingly tapped on it, making you roll your eyes— I have no idea what you’re talking about and I don’t care. You wrote with force, visibly getting angry.

He covered his mouth, uncontrollably laughing in silence. He wrote: Lying again LOL

You ignored him again but he didn’t back down— You think she’s pretty?

Without thinking you snapped at him, “No!” Your voice vibrated through the room.

You were both surprised, “I mean yes! I mean—”

A satisfied grin flashed across his face as he witnessed such a reaction from you.

Embarrassed, you rose, stuffing your bag with your belongings.

“It’s not what you think,” he explained, still smiling, leaning forward from his seat.

“I don’t care. I didn’t ask.” You zipped your bag and stomped towards the door.

Just as you were about to reach the exit, he grabbed your arm. You snatched it away, leaving you with the ghost of his touch.

“Does your girlfriend know you like chasing random girls?” You berated him as you fully faced him.

“You’re not a random girl.” His voice low as he moved closer, towering over you.

You stepped back but he was quick to block the doorknob with his hand.

“She’s my sister,” he paused to think, “Adoptive sister, actually. If ever you’re wondering why we look nothing alike.” he says with a faint grin.

Your chin dipped down as you leaned against the door. Embarrassed by the stunt you pulled, you couldn’t look at him.

“It’s okay.” he cooed. So cute, he thought.

You stood unnaturally still after the realization that he’s standing so close to you. You couldn’t even form a witty remark, the proximity was overwhelming. You could feel his breath faintly fanning over you making your face heat up. You were speechless.

Despite your annoyingly unsmiling demeanor, he admired your intelligence and the way you carried yourself. Although he felt like you were light years away from being out of his league, he wanted to try for fun.

But something about the slight flush of your skin, the smell of your shampoo, the sound of your breathing, your chest heaving, the shape of your lips, and how you’re standing directly in front of him, so close he could touch you. He wanted more than just try and more than just fun.

You looked so pretty, so delicate and— “God, you’re so beautiful.” he blurted out.

Your eyes widened by his confession. You didn’t dare to look at him. What the hell is he on?

He swallowed, “Can I kiss you?” he asked.

You unintentionally wetted your lips.

“I’ll stop if you say so.” he mumbled.

But he knew full well he wouldn’t be able to stop once you let him.

You finally looked at him—and holy shit—he’s more handsome than you remember. He looked like he could ruin your life and you’d happily let him. Your breath hitched as his face moved closer, dark brown eyes looking at you expectantly.

He uttered your name and it felt like your heart was going to burst by the sweetness of his tone, “Anytime now.” he whispered, lips hovering yours.

“Hm?” He gives you a peck on the cheek, still playing with your hair.

What?

“Right! First names- I-” you stammer, “I was just- uh- I was…testing it out?” You grimace, feeling stupid by your answer.

He tilts his head to the side with a satisfied grin. He looked down to reach for your hands, placing wet gentle kisses on your fingers. You watch him, mouth slightly open. His eyes never leave you.

He lets go of you as he removes his jacket, wrapping you in it. “Sorry for…” he trails off, pointing at his chest to mirror yours, he smirks.

He then hears you laugh for the first time. And oh boy, he was in awe by how it sounded and the way your eyes crinkled, like he was basked under the sun. He needed to see it, dying to hear it again. And he knows it, he knows damn well he’s finished.

You lock eyes with him in silence for a moment too long. He suddenly felt shy around you. You cleared your throat making him avert his gaze. He picks up your bag.

You watch him intertwine his hand with yours, voice laced with mischief, whispering, “You wanna test it out someplace else?”

♡

[queengurako]

Maybe one day, I will share some headcanons I have for Chizuru and Kaoru in my fic setting in modern au.

Maybe. If someone might be interested by it.

[4channerguy]

HI HI HI HI! I just wanted to ask if you could do a Nagumo fic where he falls in love with reader after they took down someone twice their size with their ridiculous strength. And literally just punched the guy out of fear, they were in a mission with Sakamoto and Rion too but reader got ambushed if that makes sense😪 BASICALLY THAT MITSURI SCENE WHERE SHE'S FIGHTING THAT UPPER MOON AND SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF THE DRAGON TREE THING if you can't do it it's ok thank you for your time :33

scaredy-cat / nagumo

ngl i never expected anyone to actually put smthing in my inbox but thank you!! dear anon!! not the proudest of this fic but i think its a little goofy. sakadays is a fandom where i dont think about a lot but i love nagumo my baby girl!!! also there's not a lot of romantic things in here? i kind of rushed this fic TT also the reader's personality is more like kobeni than mitsuris because i never had really watched demon slayer that much lel i hope you enjoy it :3 xoxo (。・∀・)ノ

wc: 1036

warnings: gender neutral reader, fluff-ish, not much romantic intent but use ur imagination ^_^ xanax mentioned.

you were about to piss your pants. 

your palms were sweaty as you cradled the sheathed sword between your hands. your head was down as you looked at the ground. 

you were in a car with rion, nagumo, and taro. rion was bickering with nagumo in the front seat while taro was sitting quietly in the back with you. taro, being more observant than everyone else, sensed that you were nervous. well, you were always nervous…but he could tell it was more than being nervous. extreme anxiety perhaps. 

“...is everything okay on your end?” he asks. you nod, not being able to form a sentence properly. you were scared out of your wits. 

you were dragged by rion to join her and her crew (nagumo and taro) to a mission that you really, really, REALLY, didn’t want to go on. she bribed you with a pizza bun. out of everything. this trip was not worth a convenience store pizza bun. but you went because rion liked you and was very much your only friend. the other two however, you didn’t know that much except for rumors and whatnot floating around them. taro, was a man of few words. he wasn’t as emotionally interactive but he was kind to you so you didn’t mind. nagumo was an undoubtedly attractive tall man with dark hair and eyes. you only recognize him because he’s a classmate in one of your classes that he only shows up once a month in. you always let him borrow a pen or any weapon on you, and he was very talkative towards you. you had a feeling that he was observing you in class but you didn’t really pay mind to it. he was an assassin–a great assassin, so maybe that feeling was normal. if he weren’t an assassin, he’d make a great model or even an idol. you’d definitely be one of his fans. you were a sucker for pretty men. 

the car swerves to a stop while everyone goes silent (well, taro was always silent anyway). 

“we’re being followed,” rion quietly announces. 

you look cautiously behind you. you could sense a presence even though you didn’t visibly see anyone. you grip your sword even harder, you could feel a pool of sweat forming. rion sighs and pulls out a hidden pistol under her shirt. nagumo pulls out an swiss knife while taro face hardens as he looks behind him. 

“exit slowly,” taro says to no one in particular.

the four of you exit slowly, before any of you could react in time a gust of wind was felt. everyone turned around too late and everyone was thrown in different directions. except for you. for some reason. you were about to seriously throw up. 

“you fell into my trap,” the perpetrator sneers.

you turn around to see…the convenience store man?! you recall the time seeing this huge burly man as you were clumsily knocking everything over before ruining his display of various snacks on the counter. to be fair you were high on caffeine from an all-nighter. you also remember his face when you knocked them down, he looked astonished and angry that you almost wanted to become his employee to pay him back. but you fled out of fear that you would piss him off even more.

yeah, you were going to piss your pants.

luckily, rion swoops you out of the way before the convenience store man striked you.

“i’m really sorry about this, i never knew that this guy had a grudge on you,” she grimaces while pulling you up as she thrown both of you into the tunnel wall. “um…i’ll treat you, again, sorry.” you felt bad but before you could even accept her apology, she grins mischievously. “at least i got you out of your dorm for billions of years!” you retract your acceptance to her apology.

the man charges toward both of you before nagumo and taro block his way pulling out their respective weapons while rion pulls out her gun and shoots. as the three of them were distracted, another perpetrator behind you grabs you by the throat. 

“watch out!” nagumo yells, noticing you while the others swivel back in time with his voice. 

“sorry about this,” the monotone voice says. you turn just in time to see who was doing this to you, a woman with yellow eyes stares at you back. the janitor??? from the convenience store??? you were so, so, so, SO confused at this point. you didn’t inconvenience her (no pun intended) at all. possibly. who knows. it didn’t matter anymore anyway because you pulled out your sword and slashed her face because you were terrified. an automatic reflex that you had ever since you became an assassin.

the woman falls back in surprise and in shock as she looks up at you. a large gash on her face appears.

you were surprised too because you totally forgot you did that.

rion, nagumo, and taro were surprised (well only taro was because nagumo had a weird smile on his face while rion’s face was a mix between taro’s and nagumo’s expression).

the convince store man charges at you as the others were gawking at you, you even more terrified punch the shit out of the man with closed eyes. 

he crashes upon the tunnel wall as the others look at him in amazement and amusement. nagumo was really staring at you now, intensely trying to make eye contact with you as you looked away from this whole thing while walking briskly to the car. you needed xanax.

the car ride back to the school was quiet, but you could tell that they were somehow telepathically talking about you. you shrink into the car seat. when the car is pulled to a stop and everyone gets out, you’re stopped by nagumo as the other two walk ahead of you. he smiles with closed eyes practically copying the “^_^” emote. 

“that was amazing, i knew there was something more to you!” he pats your arm as you slightly flush. “see you around, [reader].”

you could feel your heart beat even faster than the time where you punched the shit out of that guy. 

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 02.24.24 , do not repost or translate my content :^)

[angstigone]

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.

[chizukao]

my first chizukao fic is up on ao3!!!!!! it's pretty short and was written for day 9 of both @angstober and @whumptober :3