#nagumo sakamoto days fluff

[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 :^)

[uzurakis]

Yess so glad to see more Sakamoto days fans 😏 may I request some Nagumo headcanons with him being in a relationship, kinda curious about how’d he be like in an argument with s/o

ೀ ׅ ۫ . YOICHI NAGUMO RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ?

SFW and NSFW under the cut!

n. i just recycled and elaborate the sfw ones from the asked i got from my 🎲 anon, added other things also. i love writing my stinky rascal . . hope u enjoy ^3^

the dynamic in a relationship with nagumo will be natural & playful so it allows the relationship to develop organically. your relationship with him is built on a foundation of mutual understanding and subtle communication. instead of a formal confession, his consistent flirting and genuine expressions of affection serve as his way of showing his feelings.

his love languages would be heavy on physical touch, means that he expresses and receives love most profoundly through physical closeness and touch. accepts pda; in fact, he prefers to take the lead. never let him take his hands off of you, somehow. pulls you by the waist and gives you a nosy kiss. he enjoys spending quality time, although his profession occasionally prevents him from doing so. however, he will make the most of his time with you while it is available.

really clingy in private. won’t let you get out off the bed by hugging you from behind. he’s also the big spoon most of the time.

he talks in his sleep when he’s comfortable with you, murmuring about how much you mean to him and lazy smooches here and there. likes to pretend to be asleep as well so you continue to caress him in bed when he’s ‘asleep’.

traps you in a hug every single time. nagumo just comes out of nowhere to hug you, not letting you go, and says “caught youu” and carries you in bridal style around the house.

if you love his tattoos, he definitely walks around naked in the house. also, the sign that he truly trusts you with all his life is when he tells you the meaning of each tattoo he has.

put your belongings at the topmost shelf so you need to call him for help or hides your stuffs in the most random places ever.

you guys have board and card games around the house. monopoly? uno? guess who? snakes & ladders? just name it.

i’ve seen so many times others saying he loves to play pranks, i definitely agree. intentionally getting you on your nerves just for him to apologize with another set of pranks. he’s just silly like that.

contrarily to beliefs, he likes to mull over after you guys argue and gives you space as he rethinks and reflects his actions. when he apologizes after a big fight, he takes both of your hands and swings them left and right as he explains, still teases but with a nervous smile this time.

a flirt, teaser, prankster, drama queen, what else?

he MATCHES YOUR FREAK, did i tell you he’s a nasty in bed? one hell of an experimentalist, doesn’t mind doing anything with you. his rage is huge, i’ll tell you that. vanilla? roleplay? waxplay? pegging? all down, just name it.

quickies at inconvenient times. you guys have a meeting in 10 minutes? 4 minutes is enough to do your thing in the public bathroom together.

likes to steal glances to your tits when you guys talk. i believe he’s a tit guy rather than ass. though, in public, his hands tends to uncontrollably go down to your ass when he circles you by the waist.

too good at nipple play.

nagumo likes you make you squirt, his personal favorite. however, for him, he likes it when you give him a handjob.

talks & coos to your pussy likes its you!

in bed, he likes it when you go rough, i think it’s really going to turn him on. just ride him i swear. might be one of his best times in life.

crack jokes during it, he’s quite humorous doing sex. compliments you in a funny way and says hilarious things also. expect your sex won’t be too serious and just all laughs & giggles.

doesn’t give a fuck about bounds, so semi public and publix sex are often.

@uzurakis

[ilylmwwifys]

OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING FOR NAGUMO ON VALENTINES DAY PLEASE WRITE MOREEEE!!!! Like if you don't mind the request.. I was thinking like in the future... like the aftermath of the whole fake girlfriend thing and nagumo and Y/n a retired assassin meet again at sakamotos store! :DDD she could be like Hana's teacher or smth idk trying to live a normal life lol

—𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏: 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

⏳,, angst & fluff , one-shot , slight suggestive

. 🕰 You thought you left that world behind—cold missions, whispered secrets, and a certain infuriating assassin, but fate had other plans.

After Sakamoto retired to focus on his life, you soon followed suit, especially after hearing that your dear friend was going to be a father. You had left the world of assassins behind, choosing to live a quiet, normal life as Hana’s teacher.

To be honest, becoming a teacher had never been in your plans. But you had your reasons.

First, you wanted to protect Hana. If anyone ever placed a bounty on Sakamoto’s head, his daughter could be caught in the crossfire. Second, kids were just too damn adorable.

This was what you called paradise, surrounded by cheerful children, including Hana, whose laughter brightened even your darkest days.

Shrugging, you picked out your outfit for the day, settling on something casual. Today, you were going to spend time with Hana, maybe tutor her a little.

Maybe I should get her a toy… you mused. It wasn’t a special occasion, but you simply enjoyed spoiling her. You made sure, of course, that your favoritism didn’t become too obvious in class.

With your bag packed, you headed out, making your way to Sakamoto’s convenience store.

Humming softly, you watched the town come to life around you. Children ran past, laughing as they played. A man stepped out of a shop, adjusting the bag in his arms. In the distance, a couple sat at a restaurant, talking in hushed voices, hands brushing over the table.

The sight tugged at something in your memory.

A mission.

A night.

Yoichi Nagumo.

"I’m sorry, sir and ma’am, but we can’t let you enter unless you’re a couple," the staff member said, their tone firm yet apologetic.

You clenched your jaw, irritation prickling at your skin.

"I already told you—we are a couple." Your grip on Nagumo’s hand tightened, a subtle warning. Nagumo, ever the observer, noticed your irritation but simply smiled at the staff, letting you do the talking.

The two of you stood in the lobby of an exclusive couples-only nightclub. The entire concept was ridiculous, but unfortunately, your target—one of the club's founders—frequented this place. The original plan had been simple, pretend to be a couple to gain access. But neither of you had anticipated just how strict the entry requirements would be.

You had no intention of holding hands, and you were sure Nagumo didn't either—at least, that was until the staff eyed the both of you suspiciously. Without hesitation, Nagumo had laced his fingers through yours, his grip firm, silent reassurance hidden beneath his usual amusement.

You had been caught off guard, embarrassed, even. You had tried pulling away, only for him to squeeze tighter, his message clear: Play along. It’s for the mission.

And so, there you stood, hands entwined, shoulders brushing as you faced the skeptical staff. "If you have proof that you’re a couple, then you may go in," the staff said.

A nerve twitched in your temple. Proof? Proof of what? That you were together? That you were in love?

"Such as?" you asked, voice clipped. "Well, for instance…" The staff hesitated, struggling for an example. You exhaled sharply, patience thinning. You were about to speak when suddenly-

Nagumo tugged you closer.

You barely had time to process the movement before his face was mere inches from yours. His breath ghosted over your lips, dark eyes staring into yours with something unreadable.

Your nose brushed against his, and then—Soft. Warm.

Nagumo kissed you.

Your world stilled.

Your mind scrambled for logic, reason, anything, but all you could register was the heat of his lips, the way his fingers tightened around yours, how effortlessly he melted into the role.

When he pulled away, he turned to the staff with his signature closed-eye smile. "Like this?" His voice was smooth, nonchalant, as if he hadn’t just stolen something from you.

Your first kiss.

You stood frozen, your heart hammering against your ribs. Your cheeks burned, the heat unbearable.

The staff gawked, clearly not expecting that as proof. Nagumo chuckled at their stunned silence. "What? Do you want us to fuc—"

"NAGUMO!" You shouted his name, mortified, and immediately bowed to the staff.

"I’m sorry for his behavior," you said through gritted teeth.

The staff, still flustered, waved their hands. "I-It’s fine… Sorry for doubting you both. You may go in. "You shot Nagumo a glare as you yanked your hand from his grip the moment you were out of the staff’s sight.

"You stole my first kiss."

"Stole?" he echoed, his smirk widening. "I was meant to be your first kiss."

That night, you felt something shift. Your heart betrayed you, drawn to his warmth.

And yet, that was also the night you vanished from his life.

Completely.

You shook off the memory, stomach twisting at the thought.

You had buried that part of your life—him— long ago. Yet, even now, your chest tightened at the mere memories. Sighing, you quickened your pace, spotting the convenience store up ahead.

Sakamoto had recently hired a new employee, a girl. You had been curious about her and decided today was the perfect chance to surprise both her and Sakamoto.

Aoi had texted earlier, saying she’d be out with Hana, which meant more free time for you. You stepped toward the entrance, completely unaware of what awaited you inside.

The automatic doors slid open.

You froze.

Sakamoto stood behind the counter, as usual, but beside him sat a girl munching on pizza, completely unfazed. Shin, his blond hair disheveled, looked utterly bewildered.

But the real shock?

A man, tall and lean, dressed in a red-patterned polo, was choking a pizza delivery guy with just his arm, his grip like iron. The delivery guy wheezed, struggling.

"See? Just like I told you," the black-haired man said, smiling as if he weren’t seconds away from snapping the poor guy’s neck.

"I don’t like lies." His voice was light, playful even, but laced with unmistakable menace as he gave the blonde one of his infamous closed-eye smile.

Shin tensed, raising his guard as the man’s grip tightened. "Nagumo, wait." Sakamoto’s voice was calm but firm while an unfinished pizza laid on his hands.

At his words, Nagumo immediately let go, letting the delivery guy collapse to the ground without so much as a glance.

He turned to Sakamoto. "Don’t tell me you’re going to try to get through this without killing—"

"Chi…?"

The name left your lips before you could stop it.

Nagumo’s entire body stiffened. His head snapped toward you, eyes widening.

For the first time in years, you locked eyes with him.

And in the next heartbeat-

Two arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a crushing embrace. You didn’t know what was happening. Heck, even Nagumo didn’t know why he was acting like this.

The only thing he knew was that his soul ached for you, craved you, missed you.

Every part of him did.

His grip on your clothes tightened, his body pressing closer as if afraid you’d slip through his fingers again. You had once again appeared in his life. This time, he wouldn’t waste the opportunity.

The same day the mission was completed, you had vanished without a word.

And that was the day he had been waiting for, the day he was finally ready to take you seriously.

But he had lost his chance.

And now, fate had handed him another one.

This time, he wasn’t letting you go.

"Huh—" You barely got the sound out before he held you even tighter, silently telling you not to say anything.

"I missed you," he murmured, voice low, raw.

A lump formed in your throat. You weren’t sure what shocked you more—his words or the way your heart clenched at them.

Your breath hitched, hands hovering in the air, unsure of whether to push him away or pull him closer.

He was warm.

Too warm.

And it scared you.

You had spent years convincing yourself that what happened that night meant nothing, that Nagumo was nothing but a fleeting part of your past. But here he was, holding you as if you were something precious, as if you belonged in his arms.

And the worst part?

A part of you wanted to stay there.

"Nagumo," you finally muttered, your voice unsteady.

At the sound of his name, he exhaled sharply against your neck, his grip on you tightening for just a moment before he finally pulled away, but not too far.

His hands remained firm on your waist, his dark eyes scanning your face as if committing every detail to memory. There was something unreadable in his gaze—something raw, something unspoken. You swallowed hard.

"You’re acting like I was the one who disappeared," you forced a scoff, trying to ease the tension, but your voice betrayed you, quieter than you intended.

Nagumo didn’t smile.

For the first time in a long time, the usual teasing glint in his eyes was gone, replaced by something real.

"You were," he murmured.

Your heart lurched. Before you could say anything, Shin’s voice cut through the moment.

"Wait, what the hell is going on here?!"

You flinched, suddenly aware of your surroundings again. Shin looked absolutely dumbfounded, glancing between you and Nagumo like he had just witnessed something illegal. The girl beside Sakamoto continued eating her pizza, watching the scene unfold like it was a drama playing out in real-time, but she too was confused. Sakamoto, who knew everything simply let out a small sigh.

Nagumo finally smirked, his usual playfulness returning as he turned to Shin. "What? Didn’t I tell you? She’s my little runaway."

Your brows furrowed. "I am not your—"

"And now that I’ve found her again," he interrupted, shooting you a knowing look, "I’m never letting her go."

Your stomach twisted.

The weight of his words settled in your chest, a dangerous promise laced with something even heavier—something terrifying.

Because for all your years of running, all your years of trying to forget… You knew.

Nagumo never made empty promises.

. [📜] This is my first time writing a request so I apologize if I wrote something not to your liking. I wanted to integrate some angst to it... But anyway, I'm glad you liked my nagumo fic! :) p.s the header I used from the start is what I imagine you and nagumo's date will be. (Sorry if I published this late since my tumblr has been acting up and it's annoying)

ˏ 「🗝」 Mission: Heartstrings = Missions are usually about strategy and precision, but this one? It’s about emotions—specifically, the unbreakable bond between the you and Yoichi.

The "Heartstrings" part adds a soft, romantic touch, showing that despite all the danger and the years apart, their hearts are still connected. It’s like saying, "Oops, this mission wasn’t just about work… feelings got involved!" It perfectly captures how Nagumo and the reader are tied together, whether they like it or not

Reblogs are highly appreciated, commenting is encourage as I always read comments, they motivate me. Please do not repost on other platforms or translate into other languages without my permission. The idea is mine and purely original, do not steal. Any similarities are purely coincidental unless stated otherwise

[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?”

[faintrustle]

QUESTION:

Who’s louder in bed, GOJO SATORU from Jujutsu Kaisen or NAGUMO YOICHI from Sakamoto Days?

ANSWER:

Gojo Satoru might be louder in bed because of his flamboyant and expressive nature. He’s confident, enjoys attention, and isn't shy about showing off, which could translate into being more vocal in intimate situations. His touches and thrusts are likely to be bold and unrestrained, reflecting his dominant presence, though he might use his commanding demeanor to invite his partner to take charge at times. He could also use his body to fully express his enjoyment: his body tenses and shudders, his eyes shut tight, and his Adam's apple moves as he gulps from the intensity of the moment, all of which clearly show his partner how much he appreciates them. Nagumo Yoichi could also be loud, but his approach might be more about playful teasing and unpredictability. While he might have moments of being loud, his focus could be on keeping things lively and exciting rather than just being vocal. Perhaps he will use witty banter and lighthearted jokes to make the experience fun and more relaxed as he continues to move. He could shift from slow, teasing thrusts to more forceful movements without warning, leaving his partner moaning and craving more.

[miraiimoon]

Как они утешают Вас? 💞

Gojo Satoru

Как только Годжо увидит, что его любимой плохо и она чем-то расстроена, ― весь мир отойдёт на второй план.

Он будет безостановочно оставлять поцелуи на лице, гладить по голове, шептать успокаивающие слова, постоянно предлагать свои объятья. Шаман знает, что Вам нравится, когда он обнимает. У него широкая грудь и большие накачанные мышцы на руках. Блондин часто пользуется этим в своих интересах, чтобы потрогать свою любимую девушку.

Если Ваше настроение не улучшится к концу дня, Сатору продолжит свою терапию вплоть до того момента как Вы уснёте.

Он будет действительно счастлив, когда увидит улыбку на Вашем лице следующим утром. И ещё больше начнёт заваливать поцелуями (он такой нуждающийся, когда дело касается внимания).

Nanami Kento

Мужчина сразу понял, что что-то случилось. Только ступив на порог дома, он почувствовал угнетающую атмосферу тишины. Вы всегда приветствовали его либо выходя на встречу, либо из комнаты, если были чем-то заняты. А сейчас совсем ничего.

Нанами обнаружил Вас в спальне на кровати, обнимающую подушку. Ни на один из вопросов ответа не последовало, поэтому он решил обнять Вас.

Успокаивающие слова, которые говорил блондин, должны были помочь успокоиться, но, к сожалению, они вызвали слёзы на Ваших глазах. Кенто всё время продолжал обнимать и поглаживать по спине, вплоть до того момента, когда слёзы закончились.

На следующий день мужчина возьмёт выходной, чтобы провести всё время с Вами. И даже, если Вы попытаетесь убедить его, что уже всё в порядке и в его помощи нет необходимости, Нанами не станет слушать, только погладит Вас по голове и оставит поцелуй на макушке. Якобы, намекая «я знаю, что ты говоришь это из вежливости и на самом деле очень хочешь, чтобы я остался рядом» (подарите этому мужчине всю Вашу любовь, он это заслужил).

Geto Suguru

Привычная улыбка Сугуру на мгновение покинет его лицо, когда он увидит красные глаза своей возлюбленной.

Кто посмел? Это первое, что попытается выяснить у Вас брюнет. И только после того как лично разберётся с этим человеком этой обезьяной.

Гето одарит Вас своей мягкой улыбкой, оставит поцелуи на опухших от слёз веках, параллельно поглаживая плечи. После он приготовит чай и усадит к себе на колени для дополнительного чувства безопасности и спокойствия.

Когда Вы всё же уснёте, шаман отнесёт Вас в спальню и останется сам, чтобы во время пробуждения его любимая не столкнулась с одиночеством.

Сугуру сделает всё и даже больше, чтобы Вы забыли пережитое. Именно поэтому следующий день будет богат событиями, несмотря на то, что параллельно мужчина будет занят решением дел Культа.

Nagumo Yoichi

Нагумо привык видеть на лицах людей разные эмоции, в основном из-за его глупых шуточек и выходок.

Но столкнувшись с разочарованием своей любимой, весёлость ситуации мгновенно улетучилась, как и улыбка на губах. Редко удаётся увидеть брюнета в таком состоянии, обычно его нрав непоколебим, но в данный момент всё иначе. Он сидит перед Вами на коленях, держа за руки, размеренно поглаживая тыльный стороны ладоней.

 Йоичи обязательно узнает, кто обидел любовь всей его жизни, а пока этого не произошло, он изо всех сил будет стараться отвлечь Вас от ситуации и поддержать.

Даже, если Вы ничего не скажете, Нагумо принесёт огромное количество еды (полезной и нет), попытается сделать массаж, утопит в своих объятьях. И, скорее всего, вы так и уснёте вдвоём.

На следующее утро он не даст Вам проходу. Будет постоянно шутить, задавать глупые вопросы, ― всё ради того, чтобы увидеть слабую улыбку на Вашем лице. И Йоичи будет вознаграждён за свои старания. Пусть Вы и не выглядите как раньше, такой же счастливой и сияющей, но начало положено.

Он найдёт того, кто заставил Вас страдать, и этот человек обязательно выберет число от одного до шести.

Shishiba

Обычно Вы никогда не загружаете своего мужчину этими глупыми бытовыми разговорами о жизни обычного человека. А если и что-то говорите, то скорее в шутку, у него ведь и так достаточно сложная и опасная работа, к чему ещё держать в голове эти глупости.

Шишиба сам по себе человек спокойный и сдержанный (нет). И с этим же спокойствием, он раздробил кости молотком обидчику его прекрасной девушки. Никто не имеет права доводить Вас до слёз, особенно какой-то одноклеточный идиот.

Вообще, блондин совершенно случайно узнал об этом. Он как раз выполнял миссию неподалёку, точнее сказать закончил выполнение и отправился на обед с Осараги. К счастью он не видел всего, что произошло, только Вас уходящую в слезах от какого-то человека.

Вы будете очень удивлены увидев Ордера у себя в квартире, ведь он упоминал, что будет сегодня занят и вы вряд ли увидитесь.

Пусть Шишиба и не лучший человек, когда дело касается утешения, но он максимально напряжёт мозги, чтобы найти лучшие варианты для решения этой проблемы. Как минимум, объятья Вам обеспечены.

Блондин испытывает дискомфорт видя глаза своего любимого человека красными от слёз. Поэтому он заверит, что волноваться больше не о чем. Несложно догадаться, что Шишиба наверняка разобрался с обидчиком (не самым цивилизованным способом, но по-другому он не умеет).

В принципе Вы можете попросить своего мужчину проявить чуть больше заботы, но чем меньше лишних телодвижений, тем лучше.

Wriothesley

Мужчина очень внимательно относится к Вашей безопасности. Тюрьма ― это не то место, где можно расслабиться, только, если не в кабинете самого герцога. Там  спокойно, безопасно и пахнет чаем. А временами играет спокойная музыка. Вы даже несколько раз засыпали на диване из-за такой убаюкивающей атмосферы.

И всё, казалось бы, должно быть идеально, учитывая знания и подготовку Ризли. И всё действительно было так, он надёжно держал крепость в своих руках, но только её. Внешний мир был вне его власти.

Вы всегда вместе пили чай вечером, это стало своего рода ритуалом для каждого, но в тот день чаепитие не состоялось. Вместо этого брюнет целый чай пытался Вас успокоить, но слёзы всё никак не заканчивались. Он из раз�� в раз повторял, что Вы в безопасности и больше нечего бояться, но болезненные воспоминания не позволяли расслабиться.

Ближе к ночи, полностью выбившись из сил от переживаний, Вы уснули. Ризли был рядом до самого момента пробуждения. И будет столько сколько потребуется.

Ваши обидчики обязательно заплатят самую дорогую цену за совершённое. Герцог лично найдёт каждого. А пока, Вас ждёт огромное количество утешения в виде поцелуев, поглаживаний, чая и любых десертов, которые обычно поднимают настроение.

Thoma

Самый милый утешитель из здесь представленных. Тома как заботливый парень всегда беспокоится о своей девушке, как самочувствие, поела ли, нет ли проблем и много другого.

Поэтому, как только Вы войдёте в комнату, молодой человек уже по выражению лица поймёт, что что-то произошло.

Без лишних слов и вопросов управляющий клана Камисато подарит самые надёжные и уютные объятья на которые только способен. А так же поцелуи по всему лицу.

Светловолосый укутает Вас в любимое одеяло, приготовит множество вкусной еды и будет всё время рядом.

Как только парень убедится, что его любимая чувствует себя лучше, он отправится на поиски того человека, который виноват в этом.

Если ситуация была из ряда вон, об этом узнает даже Аято и лично придёт убедиться всё ли с Вами в порядке. А ещё что бы поболтать и отдохнуть от работы. Выгоните его, если хотите побыть с Томой наедине.

[totallybakedcake]

At this point you know the drill

Help me pick what should I write first

So many ideas and I have to idea where to begin

Yall each time kaiju no 8 decimates the voting..

ONCE AGAIN the third time to be precise.. Kaiju no 8 has once again won! Will take some time to upload because of IRL issues but thanks to anyone who voted/liked this post or even took time to read my posts and other stuff.

Have a good day!

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[zehrbear]

THE BANTER THE DIALOGUE THE EVERYTHING!!

yoichi nagumo x afab!reader—wc 2.2k—part of a series on ao3—college/uni au. fluff and humor. reader is… idk, you tell me.

a/n: had to drain the angst in my system so i pulled up my krnb playlist and listened all day… here is the result. (also a continuation of this one)

“Where are you taking me?” you grumbled, your annoyance evident in your voice.

Nagumo whined, holding onto your wrist firmly, “Just follow me.”

You tried to tug your wrist away but his grip remained tight, “You don't have to hold my wrist. I'm not a child,” you protested.

He clicked his tongue, “Nope, you run really fast. I'm too spent to chase you today.”

“I jog every morning,” you responded, “It helps.”

He smirked, “Yeah, yeah, and I lift. Do you want me to carry you around on my shoulders like a sack of rice?”

You paused, trying to repress a smile, “…No."

He lead you to a cozy boba place that had just opened near campus. It was modestly sized, not overly busy and decorated with soft lighting and small tables. The air was filled with the delightful scent of freshly brewed teas and other sweet treats.

As he stirred his drink with the straw, the pearls swam around the bottom of the tall plastic cup. Your gaze drifted from his drink to his eyes, silently studying him across the table.

“What's on your mind?” he inquired, giving your forehead a quick but gentle flick.

You swirled your straw in your drink, then took a sip before replying, “Your eyes are like… tapioca pearls.”

His eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips, "Uh... thanks?" he said, unsure of how to respond to the oddly endearing comparison.

“That wasn't a compliment,” you deadpanned.

“What was that then?” he echoed back, now curious.

“An observation,” you replied, returning his gaze.

He rested his chin on his palm and smirked, “Speaking of observations, what do you think of me lately?”

You thought about it for a moment, your expression contemplative, “It seems you've changed your strategy.”

He raised an eyebrow, a small smile on his lips, “Strategy?”

Your mind traveled back to a conversation you had with your roommate recently, where Nagumo had come up in discussion…

“I'm speaking from experience and from what I know so far, alright?” Your roommate emphasized.

You nodded, silently acknowledging her words. She continued, “We had a thing back when I was a freshman, but it was just a silly situationship, so don't worry about it.”

You tried to keep your expression neutral, not wanting to betray a hint of curiosity, “I'm not worried. Continue.”

Your roommate chuckled sheepishly, “Yeah, so, he doesn’t date date…”

You raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side, slightly confused, “I’m not sure I follow. Are you implying he's more into casual relationships?”

She nodded, “Yeah, he goes around a lot and switches things up really quickly…” Her voice trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air.

You interjected, “How long is ‘very quickly’?”

She thought for a moment before responding, “Uh… The longest I know is two months.”

Your expression turned slightly skeptical, prompting you to question, “No girlfriends? Or boyfriends, if he goes that way too?”

She shook her head, “Not that I know of…” she gasped, “Wait… Do you like him like that?”

You paused, eyes distant, before explaining, “I’m not sure what you mean, but this feeling is similar to that time when I saw a rare card that I really wanted to add to my collection.”

She nodded understandingly, her expression serious as she provided a warning, “Okay...? Be careful though. Don’t get too attached.”

You assured her, “I won’t.”

“Still, be wary,” she warned you, “He might be luring you in. He’s quite calculated with his push and pull.”

You rambled quietly, still lost in thought, “Push and pull? He’s all pull these days. Maybe he changed his strategy? I just need to beat him at his own game.”

“What...?” she asked, her expression puzzled.

“Nothing,” you replied quickly, eager to move on.

She let it go, resuming the conversation, “You still tutor him, right?”

“Yes, ‘till before midterms,” you confirmed.

“I’m sure you’re aware he doesn’t need it…?” she inquired.

You shook your head in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“Didn’t they give you his info?”

“They did,” you confirmed, still unclear about where this was going.

“Did you not read it?”

You responded dismissively, “The brain deletes useless information… Can you just get to the point, please?”

She chuckled, finally disclosing, “He’s an Arts Major.”

///

“You're less annoying these days,” you commented.

Nagumo smiled, amused, “Ooh... am I now? Does that mean you enjoy my company?”

You retorted, “I said ‘less annoying,’ meaning, you still are…” You paused, then added, “but I do enjoy you a little.”

His expression brightened with a beaming smile.

You couldn't help but notice the tattoos on his fingers, prompting you to ask, “Did it hurt a lot?”

He smirked, initially continuing his teasing by replying, “When I fell from the sky?”

You rolled your eyes, quickly clarifying, “The tattoos.”

He caught on to your interest (finally) and set aside his teasing for a moment to respond more seriously, “Hmm, there were different levels to it. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. Which one hurt the most?” you inquired before taking a sip from your drink.

He thought for a moment before replying, “Hmm. Here,” he gestured to the side of his neck, “And the one on my rib.”

Your eyes widened slightly, the straw lingered between your lips, thinking: Oh. There’s more.

“The ones on your hands didn’t? I thought the more it got to the bone, the more it hurt,” you mused.

“Yup, these ones too,” he confirmed, placing both of his hands flat on the table, “Looks like you did your research. You wanna get one too?”

You shook your head, firmly stating, “Not really.”

He smirked, sensing an opening for teasing, “What, you scared of the pain?”

“I mean, why would I want to put myself through that? Also, the aftercare seems like a hassle,” you explained.

He smirked and suggested, “How about something painless? Got a pen?”

You immediately voiced your skepticism, “I don’t trust you. You might draw something… inappropriate.”

He looked at you, feigning innocence, “Like what?”

“A penis.” You deadpanned.

He chuckled, protesting, “What do you take me for? Come onnnn…”

He leaned forward, trying to persuade you to allow him. Begrudgingly, you took out your pen pouch from your bag, which was stuffed with an assortment of pens, markers, and highlighters. He quickly slid it over to himself and unzipped it, ready to go over the contents.

With a smirk, he removed the cap of the fine-tip pen between his teeth. Looking at you, he teased, “Where’d you want your first tattoo placed, ma’am?”

You shrugged, responding, “What do you recommend?”

He smiled, taking your hand into his and intertwining your fingers. He pointed at your inner forearm and said confidently, “Right here.”

You smiled a bit at his actions and gave him permission, looking away to keep your composure, “Knock yourself out.”

The two of you shared a comfortable silence as he drew on your skin. Every shift of his hand on your flesh sent a flutter through your stomach, and you found yourself entranced by the way his hair cascaded over his face as his eyes sparkled with focused attention whilst working on his so-called painless tattooing service.

He abruptly spoke, his gaze still fixed on drawing on your skin, “Careful not to burn a hole in my face. Skincare is expensive.”

You raised an eyebrow, slightly confused, “What are you blabbering about?”

He smirked, “You like to stare, ‘no?”

“Humans are naturally drawn to beauty,” you murmured quietly.

A slight blush crept across his cheek, “Woah. Look at you with your pick up line,” he teased.

You shot back, “That was not a pick-up line but a fact.”

He sighed and shook his head, still smiling from ear to ear, “Alright… All done.”

You looked down at the drawing, perplexed, “What’s this supposed to be? A sunflower?”

“No...?”

He searched through your pen pouch again and retrieved your pastel highlighters. Carefully, he added touches of lavender to the petals and brightened the center with a touch of yellow, “It’s an aster flower.”

“Why this flower?” you inquired.

He paused for a moment, still smiling, before nodding towards your phone, “Look it up right now.”

You unlocked your phone and proceeded to search for the flower’s symbolism on your phone. As you read aloud the interpretations, you looked back at him with skepticism, “Wisdom? Faith and... Valor?”

He chuckled and reached for your phone, his fingers lightly brushing against yours, “Give me that,” he said with a smirk. He quickly typed in the search bar “aster japanese flower language” before handing it back to you.

You gazed at the drawing on your forearm after looking at your phone, a soft smile playing at the corners of your lips, “You won’t forget me…?”

He answered quietly, his chin resting on his palm, “Well, one of us has to remember.”

“What do you m…?”

“Nevermind.” He interrupted, quickly dismissing your train of thought. He then jokingly suggested payment for his service, “You may pay for the tattoo now, ma’am.”

“Come closer.”

He leaned in with the table between you, his eyes closed and a goofy grin playing on his lips. In a teasing tone, he said, “Very bold of you to do this right here but alright.”

He had been expecting a kiss, since that’s all you both have been doing as of late. However, when your hands reached out and gently touched the top of his head, ruffling his hair instead, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of surprise and endearment.

A headpat?

As he opened his eyes and locked gazes with you, he witnessed a tender and rare display of affection from you. He felt as though the surroundings grew hushed, and the two of you were enveloped in a private bubble. He was so tempted to cover you from the outside world, claiming this intimate expression solely for himself. Instead, he remained still, quietly cherishing each second of your touch.

Despite the many intimate experiences he’s had with others, he couldn’t have predicted that a mere headpat could do wonders to him. Maybe because it was from you.

Just when he thought his heart could finally take a breather after you took your hand away, your smile widened in appreciation as you looked down at his drawing on your forearm, speaking softly voice laced with sweetness, “You did so good. It looks very pretty.”

Then it hit him, realizing his tutor sessions with you are soon coming to an end, he was suddenly struck with an idea and asked you, “Do you wanna go see a movie with me after midterms?”

///

EXT. ROOFTOP CIG SESH – POST DINNER

“Dude, why do you keep touching your head? You got lice or something?” Akao exclaimed.

Hearing this, Sakamoto immediately took the hair tie from his wrist and pulled his hair back into a low bun.

Nagumo chuckled and replied, “You guys have not experienced loving headpats and it shows.”

Akao burst out laughing, “You've been banging girls left and right and now you're into headpats? What's next, holding hands?”

In which Nagumo retorted, “Shut up. This one’s different.”

Akao was not convinced, continued her goading, “How is it different? My bet is two weeks, max,” she then turned to Sakamoto and urged, “Place your bet, hurry.”

Sakamoto shifted his gaze to Nagumo before turning around and resting his back against the metal railings, taking a long drag from his cigarette, “Is this about your tutor?”

Akao suddenly interjected, “What do you need a tutor for?”

Nagumo beamed and responded to Sakamoto, deliberately disregarding Akao's attempt to taunt him, “Yeah. Going strong.”

Amused, Sakamoto nodded, “Nice.”

“Why is no one answering me?!” Akao raised her voice in playful protest.

“There’s this girl from a different department that I've bumped into several times for the last two years, yet she never remembers me. So I pulled some strings to get closer to her. And joke’s on you, Akao, we've been hanging out for almost two months now,” Nagumo retorted with a smug smile.

Akao cackled and mocked, “Two months? You want an award for that?” She then asked a more suggestive question, “How far have you gone with her?”

Nagumo deflected, “It doesn't matter.”

Akao chuckled and pressed, “Clocked it, y’all ain't done it yet. Man, your game’s getting weak.”

Nagumo finally quipped, “You ask too many questions. Looks like someone hasn't gotten laid lately.”

Akao released a huff and seized Nagumo in a headlock, proceeding to rub her knuckles on his head while playfully reprimanding him, “Is that how you talk to your big sister? After checking up on your brooding ass?! I even bought you groceries!”

Nagumo laughed, attempting to free himself from Akao's grip, and protested, “Stooooooop! You're erasing the headpats!” His voice strained, he added, “You’re not even that older than me!”

Sakamoto observed the two bantering like children, a subtle smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

—

EXT. CAMPUS FESTIVAL — AFTERNOON

First (one-sided) encounter. Nagumo saw you walking by and attempted to approach you.

Nagumo: Hi! You might want to try our—

You: No, thank you.

—

INT. CAMPUS — MORNING

Nagumo approaches the vending machine at the same time as you.

Nagumo: (gestures his hand) Go on ahead.

You: (inserts a coin)

Nagumo: Your usual coffee?

You: (looks) Yes.

Nagumo: Isn’t that too strong for you?

You: Not at all.

You walked away without waiting for his response.

—

EXT. NEAR SOCCER FIELD — AFTERNOON

Nagumo blocks an incoming ball.

Nagumo: You okay?

You: Yeah. Thanks. (walks off)

Nagumo: (follows you) Hey, wait up. That’s it?

You: What’s “it”?

Nagumo: You don’t remember me?

You: ...No? Sorry, I have somewhere to be.

[24hlevi]

congrats in the 2.5k followers!! your writting is very enjoyable <33 for the event, can i as for a " ... i guess i'm just scared of losing you" (fluff prompt list 2) with Nagumo?? thank you sm!

aaaah thank you so much for requesting 🫶

he finally has a first name, what a win for the saka days community

— BLEED IT OUT

nagumo yoichi (sakamoto days) x gn!reader

genre: hurt/comfort

summary: fluff prompt ("i guess i'm just scared of losing you") from my 2.5k event

warnings: none!

waiting for nagumo to return from missions was one of the worst, dreading times of your life. wondering if he was going to come back bloody and beat or come back at all. just like tonight, where you sat on the couch in your living room, attempting to focus on the show that was playing, but you couldn't. not when you were unsure if he was okay.

suddenly, you heard the front door lock click and the door slowly creaked open. you quickly jumped up off the couch and hurried to the door, seeing nagumo stumble inside gripping his side, his body bloody and bruised with some of his clothes torn.

"jesus, yoichi!" you exclaim, catching him before he hit the ground, letting out a short grunt at him fully leaning on you.

"sorry," he says in response, struggling to follow you to the couch and he plops down on his back. "i'm okay."

"let me get the first aid kit," you say, rushing to the bathroom and getting the first aid kit and getting back to nagumo. "what the hell happened?" you ask, crouching down in front of him and opening the first aid kit on the table.

"what usually happens," he answered.

you let out a sigh and pour some alcohol on a cotton ball before bringing it to his face and gently dabbing it on the cuts. "i know this is your profession and all, but don't you think you should start being more careful?"

nagumo shrugs lightly, wincing in pain at the cotton ball touching his cuts. "i'm an assassin, being careful could get me killed."

"and not being careful enough could get you killed as well," you tell him, taking the cotton ball away and grabbing some bandages. "just because you're an assassin doesn't mean you have to be careless. what do you think would happen if you didn't come back one day?"

"i don't know," he mumbles, already sulking at your scolding.

"something not good is what," you answer for him, lifting his shirt up and starting to wrap the bandages around his abdomen area. "i guess i'm just scared of losing you, and i don't want you to do something dumb out there."

you finish bandaging him up and he sits up, cupping your face in his hands as he looks at you. "you're not going to lose me, don't worry. i'll try being more careful from now on, i promise," he sags, pecking your lips.

"you better be serious about that," you grumble out.

"i am, trust me," nagumo responds. "now let's go to sleep, i'm exhausted."

"mhm, i'm sure," you nod your head as he pulls you down onto the couch on top of him.

"i love you, y'know," he says, gently running his hands through your hair.

"i love you too," you reply, your head resting on his chest.

nagumo presses a soft kiss to the top of your head before closing his eyes, almost immediately falling asleep which made you chuckle lightly. even when he was severely beaten and bruised he could fall asleep anywhere if he was tired enough.

[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 :^)

[uzurakis]

as a fellow nagumo lover, how about i request nagumo saving reader (who’s also an assassin) while she’s badly injured and teasing her as she recovers 🙃

your eyes flutter awake, and you're greeted by the sight of yoichi nagumo lounging in a chair by your bed, his feet propped up on the edge. those dark eyes light up the moment he sees you stir.

"well, look who's decided to join the land of the living~!" he exclaims, a wide grin spreading across his face. awhile ago, you slowly regain consciousness, the beeping of the hospital machines faintly registering in your ears. the body of yours feels heavy and sore, memories of the mission flooding back; remembering the ambush, the fight, and then the pain. but most of all, you remember nagumo’s face, his expression uncharacteristically serious as he saved you. and you don’t see that often, never, actually.

you try to speak, but your throat is dry, and all that comes out is a croak. nagumo jumps up, leaning over you with an exaggeratedly concerned expression.

"oh no! have you forgotten how to talk? i guess i'll just have to handle all the conversation from now on," he says, feigning a dramatic sigh.

you roll your eyes, managing to croak out, "water."

he grabs a cup of water from the table, but instead of handing it to you, he holds it just out of your reach. "first, you have to answer a riddle. what has four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs in the evening?"

"nagumo, seriously?" you rasp, your annoyance mingled with a slight, very tiny hint of amusement. man, i just woke up, you say in your head.

he only chuckles and finally gives you the water. "fine, i'll let you off this time. but only because you look like you’ve been through a meat grinder."

the cool liquid soothing your parched throat as you take a grateful sip. "thanks.. for the rescue," you manage to say.

nagumo waves his hand dismissively. "oh, don't mention it. just another day in the life of your favorite assassin."

don't mention it, he says with a casual wave of his hand, his trademark grin firmly in place. but beneath that easygoing facade, he's a whirlwind of emotions. the memory of finding you bleeding and unresponsive still haunts him, a gnawing fear that he might lose you forever. he can still feel the cold dread that settles in his stomach when you don't respond to his frantic calls, the way his heart pounds in his chest as he carries you to safety. every step is a desperate prayer that you'll hold on, that you'll survive. seeing you lying so still, so vulnerable, shakes him to his core. regardless of his lighthearted demeanour, he can't shake the residual anxiety of nearly losing you, the concern that one day his abilities may be worthless to keep you safe.

"favorite, huh?" you tease, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the pain.

"absolutely," he says, winking. "and you know, you gave us quite a scare. i mean, i had to carry you all the way back here. do you have any idea how heavy you are?"

you glare at him playfully. "maybe if you weren't so scrawny, it wouldn't have been a problem."

the guy laughs, the sound infectious. "touché. but really, you had us all worried. even sakamoto looked like he might actually break a sweat."

"i'm sorry," you say softly, feeling a pang of guilt for the trouble you caused. “i really thought it could handle them by myself. sorry..”

nagumo's expression softens for a moment, his usual levity giving way to genuine concern. "hey, don't apologize. i've got your back, and you've got mine. besides, it’s not like i’d let anything happen to my favorite partner, riiight? why are you looking at me like that?”

before you can respond, he suddenly leans in close, a mischievous glint in black pupils. "oh, by the way, did i tell you? i told the nurses you’re afraid of needles. so they might have a surprise for you when they come to change your IV."

your eyes widen in horror, and he bursts out laughing at your reaction. "relax, i’m kidding. or am i? guess you’ll find out soon enough."

"you rascal," you mutter, shaking your head.

"you owe me a box of pocky sticks," he says with a grin, leaning back in his chair.

despite the pain and exhaustion, you can’t help but smile. "i guess i do."

he reaches over and gently squeezes your hand. "get some rest. i’ll be here when you wake up. and who knows, maybe i’ll have another riddle for you."

"great," you say sarcastically, if it’s not for your injuries, maybe you’ve already thrown a pillow at his face. though, you know you can always count on him to be there for you, pranks and all.

@uzurakis

[ilylmwwifys]

—𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔

⏳,, Fluff , one-shot

. 🕰 ; oh no, It's Valentine's Day! Prepare to be crushed by unpleasant sight of numerous people's showing affection in public! It's only okay when you do it.

You sighed as you adjusted your clothes, making your way toward your locker. As you walked through the hall, you noticed an unusual sight—an unusually large number of girls crowding around the lockers, giggling and chatting excitedly.

That’s when it hit you.

It was Valentine's Day.

Letting out another groan, you trudged forward, already dreading the inevitable displays of affection. Reaching your locker, you quickly unlock it, only to be met with a completely unexpected sight.

Your locker was filled with luxurious chocolates, neatly arranged with a single red rose and an envelope placed at the center.

Your eyes widened in shock.

“What the fuck,” you muttered under your breath, staring at the unexpected gifts. Confusion flooded your mind. Who in their right mind would give you chocolates? More importantly, why would anyone take an interest in you?

Shaking your head, you decided to push the thought aside. You carefully placed your things inside the locker, making a mental note to bring the chocolates back to your dorm later.

As you were in the middle of organizing, a sudden clatter of objects hitting the floor caught your attention. Instinctively, your head snapped around, ready to assist whoever had dropped their things.

To your mild surprise, you were met with the sight of your dear friend, Sakamoto, standing beside an unfamiliar person. Your gaze trailed downward to the cause of the noise—a pile of heart-shaped chocolate boxes scattered at his feet.

You sighed, unimpressed. It was nothing new. Every Valentine's Day, Sakamoto would receive an overwhelming amount of chocolates. What did catch your attention, however, was the utterly flabbergasted expression on the person beside him.

A new friend of his? You doubted it. Sakamoto wasn’t exactly the type to make friends so easily. Perhaps a peer? You dismissed the thought with a shrug.

Moments later, a voice called out playfully.

"Sakamoto-kun!"

You turned toward the sound, your gaze landing on a tall, slim young man with medium-length black hair. His closed-eye smile exuded an effortless charm, one that could easily make hearts flutter.

How painfully attractive.

He pushed a platform hand truck loaded with an absurdly large box, overflowing with heart-shaped chocolates. That was all the confirmation you needed—he was definitely one of the popular guys.

"Oh, Nagumo," Sakamoto greeted, making you perk up slightly.

‘So they know each other,’ you noted.

Nagumo beamed, his smile widening as he gestured toward his cargo. "Check out the haul I got from the girls in the Assassins Department!" he boasted, clearly enjoying the attention.

His enthusiasm didn’t waver as he suddenly turned his gaze to the unfamiliar person beside Sakamoto. His playful expression shifted to one of curiosity.

"Who's he?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

"No idea," Sakamoto replied bluntly.

The person beside him looked utterly scandalized by the response.

You couldn’t help but giggle at Sakamoto’s straightforwardness before returning your focus to your locker. That’s when something caught your eye—your favorite chocolate.

Without hesitation, you grabbed it, disregarding the fact that it could be poisoned. At that moment, you didn’t care.

You were definitely going to marry whoever gave you this chocolate.

A satisfied hum left your lips as you popped a piece into your mouth, savoring the rich taste. Happiness bubbled in your chest as you made your way to your next destination, the chocolate melting on your tongue.

"If you want more chocolate, you can eat those," Sakamoto gestured vaguely at his overflowing locker before walking away, Nagumo following closely behind.

Nagumo let out a dramatic sigh. "I had to turn down the girls from the Poison Department," he lamented, shaking his head.

Sakamoto barely acknowledged the complaint. "Oh, if there’s (F/C), leave it in Y/n’s locker. She’ll be delighted."

Nagumo perked up at the mention of your name. "(F/C)?" he repeated, intrigued.

Sakamoto nodded. "It’s her favorite. I remember her jokingly saying she’d marry whoever gave her (F/C)."

Nagumo, who had been half-listening up until now, suddenly seemed very, very interested. A cheeky grin stretched across his lips.

‘Oh? I should start planning where we’ll have our wedding,’ he mused.

Sakamoto, ever perceptive, noticed the glint in Nagumo’s eyes and immediately felt a pang of concern for your well-being.

But it was already too late.

Nagumo had already successfully snuck (F/C) into your locker.

And, fortunately for him, he got to witness your bright, overjoyed expression as you happily munched on the chocolate he had given you.

. [📜] I've been thinking to write at least something for the Sakadays fandom for the past few days, and I remembered that Valentine's Day was tommorow. Hence, the reason why I wrote this. Does anyone have a partner for this Valentine? Well, considering you came here I bet no... 😓 /j Nagumo haven't leave my mind lately ack.... 😢😢😢 I HAVE SO MANY TITLE IDEAS FOR THIS ONE-SHOT BUT LIKE I COULDN'T DECIDE...

ˏ 「🗝 」 Melted Hearts = The chocolate melting in your mouth represents your joy, but it could also symbolize someone’s heart melting for you (Nagumo, perhaps?).

Reblogs are highly appreciated, commenting is encourage as I always read comments, they motivate me. Please do not repost on other platforms or translate into other languages without my permission. The idea is mine and purely original, do not steal. Any similarities are purely coincidental unless stated otherwise

[nuhuhwinniethepooh]

if youve read sakamoto days already, coukd you please do a nagumo x female reader who likes sakamoto but nagumo likes her? basically a love triangle with angst but fluff at the end pls!

Omg?! Are you stalking me?! I just started reading SAKAMOTO DAYS!! WHAT IS THIS WITCHERY?!

>:) lemme just catch up with the manga first (I'm still in chap 37 so I'm not really sure of the character personas as of yet)

[uzurakis]

Nagumo is the type to smile while you talk to other guys but deep down is boiling with jealousy

nagumo leans casually against the wall, his usual playful smile plastered on his face as he watches you from a distance then his laughter joins in, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. he just laughs and smiles and jokes, really

inside, he's boiling with jealousy, a tight knot forming in his stomach. his hands clench into fists, hidden from view in his pockets, and his jaw tightens ever so slightly. he wants to stride over, wrap an arm around you, and make it clear that you're his, but he doesn't. instead, he maintains his carefree façade, the charming smile never wavering

each time you laugh, it feels like a dagger twisting in his heart. he hates feeling this way; jealousy isn’t something he’s accustomed to. but seeing you so animated with someone else makes it impossible to ignore the possessive streak within him. "making new friends, huh?" speaking out his jealousy in the most subtle way he can

[akimoroll]

coated biscuit sticks.

nagumo yoichi (sakamoto days) x reader — college au

fem reader. fluff. suggestive. minors dni — wc: 2.1k—part of a series on ao3

[next→]

“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?”

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