#yoichi nagumo x reader

[isenkus]

ALL OF THE THINGS I'D DO

NATSUKI SEBA, SHIN ASAKURA, YOICHI NAGUMO.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ skds men and the (sort of) freaky texting they do. warnings for mature content (minors do not interact), fem! reader, allusions to past sexual encounters, misuse of weapons (?), absolute crack. based on @ryescapades and the post she made. you are the one to blame for my skds brainrot.

skd taglist (open): @ryescapades @yunxbin

[mzenins]

❛ gloria, i wanna take you to euphoria ! ❜ ✶ ࣪˖࿐ * sakadays multi characters

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── contents: suggestive, gn reader, making out, spitting, dry humping, hickeys┆ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ how they kiss you…

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on this disc: yoichi nagumo, natsuki seba, shin asakura

╰⪼┆nagumo kisses you like you’re both in a constant game of cat and mouse. it’s competitive and intoxicating with a strong surge of adrenaline bustling through your veins but oftentimes it’s fleeting.

he allows for his bottom lip to gently graze yours then retracts himself from your vicinity with the mere purpose of seeing the dazed look on your face that was anticipating more. he enjoys the shocked gasp and reprimand that comes from you, followed by a murmur of “dickhead.” which he classically retorts with, “hey, that’s not nice!”

the roles switches up constantly, something he indulges in, but a sick part of him can’t help but bask in the sight of you desperately grinding down on his clothed crotch with your forehead littered by sweat as you incoherently rasp in his ear for him to kiss you harder. his mouth twists up in a sadistic manner against the column of your neck, “hm? want more neck kisses?” he feigns innocence.

his playing dumb act grinds your gears to the fullest and makes you want to choke him out till your heart’s content but he’d probably brush off your actions with a snippy comeback.

you loudly groan in frustration and his eyebrows pull up at your outburst, your hips halt against his pelvis, “god, do i have to spell everything out for you?” you grab a fist full of his noir hair to perfectly align his head with your face, “kiss me properly, nagumo.. on the lips.”

he likes seeing you all riled up. he tauntingly smirks, “ah! you should’ve just asked, silly.” before you can argue on that’s what you were doing in the first place, he encloses the space, humming contently. your lips moves together in sync, rapidly harmonizing in a sensual way. his tattooed hands slip under your shirt caressing the bare skin but the small delight comes to a pause once he uses his teeth to gently pull at your bottom lip, teasingly letting it go out from his hold. he drily chuckles at you chasing after his lips for more.

╰⪼┆natsuki kisses you like a pornstar in love. it’s lewd but intimate, igniting an untamed flame in the pit of your stomach, rapidly flickering waiting to be extinguished, but your heart beats erratically against your chest with warmth blooming around the organ.

it can be messy at times with his saliva smearing onto your chin and drippling off, or, it can be sweet and memorable leaving you smitten with butterflies for the rest of the day; pick your poison, he doesn’t mind either way.

he likes to sneak up on you— at first it was an occasional habit he’d done unintentionally but now he uses his airy footsteps to his advantage. slithering his toned arm around your stomach to pull you closer to his broad chest and grips at your jaw with his calloused hand to tilt your head upwards to somewhat face him

“open your mouth.” he calmly instructs, as if what he planned to do next was just a run-on-the-mill activity. you comply and suddenly feel a warm droplet of spit land onto your tongue, your eyes widens and before a squeal could erupt from your throat he captures your lips with his.

natsuki pants heavily against your mouth his hot tongue hastily collides with yours as he subconsciously begins to rut himself into your figure, his eyebrows deeply furrows together. his lips are soft on yours but has intensity far too hot to handle. “s-slow down natsu…” your meek voice trembles in between the heated kisses.

his usual nonchalant complacence crumbles apart. his plump lips glistens once he pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you. “can’t. sorry. you just taste so damn good.” some darken strands of hair stick to his forehead; he’s dizzy but pushes through to quench his thirst.

╰⪼┆shin kisses you like he’s almost afraid of you. he’s not and he swears by it but the way his body stiffens with his shoulders nearing his ears and rigid lips stilled has you thinking the former. he touches you as if you’re a porcelain doll glossed over with iridescent medium, and that sometimes translates into his fear of messing up.

he gets in his head a lot and stays there. but as the relationship progresses, he gains his confidence within his abilities to please you and once that layer of skin grows, that’s all he dedicates himself to. he’s rough which causes teeth to clash but he’s also sweetly passionate with his movements.

an extremely slow day at sakamoto’s store leads to you on top of the store counter with him between your legs. he disregards the opportunity to flip over the closed sign— the thought of being caught fuelled something dubious inside of him.

his large palms roam from your thighs to grazing over your chest eliciting a choked up gasp from you. he’d become too cocky, perhaps for his own good. his lips moved with delicious vigour against yours, slowly increasing the tempo with every passing second. soft grunts and huffs comes from the blond mixed in with your panting.

“is this too much?” he asked as he departs from your space with antsy eyes. you whine restlessly, “it’s not enough.” you tug at the belt loops of his baggy jeans, pulling him back in your vicinity and his face plants in the crock of your neck instead. suckling and nipping at the delicate skin and swirling his tongue around the area. your whimpers fills his ears like a lullaby.

eventually, his ministrations cause a darken bruise to appear. he ogles at the sight that encourages him to continue but an unfamiliar intruding thought enters his mind. a customer outside was planning on coming in and purchasing pockys. and while shin knows it would be morally ethical to put a stop to your activities, he can’t find the strength to do so. he’s completely and utterly drunk off by your smell and touch; what a bad influence you are.

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[faintrustle]

NAGUMO YOICHI in a black tank top with tattooed biceps showing can kill me any way he pleases.

[vxlenst3in]

Nagumo randomly deciding to visit his ex girlfriend after years they broke up to... know how's she was doing ykyk

your ex boyfriend wasn't supposed to visit you after all these years. he wasn't supposed to even care about you anymore, you left each other behind, no? but why...? why did you open the door, when you could already see his raven hair through the peephole? was it curiosity? why'd you even keep up a conversation with him, when you knew just how well he was with his words - slowly tangling you around his finger. he was coaxing you into letting him in, and you knew. oh, you knew so very well. but despite all that, you let his words in - let him in, believed his 'innocent' lies and excuses, and even welcomed him into your living room. you should've pushed away his hand, that was creeping up your thigh. should've pushed him away, when he leaned in, to kiss the lips he missed so much. and should've just told him no, when he started pushing up your dress. his dark eyes staring into yours with so much longing that you've been trying to find in so many other guys. nagumo knew you only let this happen, because he broke you back then. broke you for any other guy who ever tried to please you. not even the huge toys in your bedside table could recreate the pleasure he made you feel. your body was perfectly molded to be pleasured by him and him only, your ex boyfriend. so was it really your fault to let any of this happen? you've been pent up for so long, and this wouldn't mean anything right? just a quick fuck and he'd buzz off? that's what you thought, till your knees were pressed against your chest and your head thrown far back into the plush of your cushions. your raven haired ex-boyfriend pistoning in and out of you at such a rapid speed. landing bruising smacks on your ass and thighs, as droplets of sweat ran down his chest to his v-line. but even that was fine. everything was fine, until his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier, and he suddenly started muttering words. "gonna fuck a baby into you....ffuckk...never gonna leave me again...fill you up to the brim." mhmm..he was so pussydrunk. and even if you could've replied, you wouldn't have said...no. but instead, nagumo mistook your clenching and twitching around him, as a clear yes. miscommunication was always his specialty, huh? you really should've known that he was gonna ruin you, your bedsheets, and you swore you even heard your bed crack. next time, don't let him in, if you don't want to be fucked in every possible position to the point where he's trying to babytrap you. or do. its up to you.

a/n: i said i wouldn't take reqs i knowww. but as soon as i saw this, i immediately had an idea and the motivation to write it :') am i finally over the writers block?? not proofread ty  ©vxlenst3in - do not steal, modify, translate or repost my work.

[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

[babachira]

an assassin and his healer

nagumo yoichi x doctor!reader

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+ having graduated with an assassination-medical major, a very small sub-department in the JCC where only the skilled in human science are found, you're technically a licensed doctor for any regular citizen who wants a simple check-up. you have a job in the clinic near sakamoto's store during the day, but during your assassination hours, you deal with injuries ranging from critical to a scratch. you took four years of apprenticeship under granny miya, so you tend to follow her ideology of 'the patient can be healed as long as they're not dead'.

+ your graduation was a special case. the JCC considered scrapping your department due to the lack of applications, but you excelled in combining the assets of poisons and weapons, making equipment like a portable bandaid or even discovering the smallest of pressure points that could enhance someone's strength, which floored their views. after witnessing a presentation of your projects, they decided to keep it up and running just to see what you were capable of, and thank god they did, otherwise, you would've had nowhere to go.

+ you met the famous trio during their prime when you were all 16, and you were fully aware of the fact that if they had no interest in someone, it would be drastically clear. you thought this was the case for you too since no one really appreciated your work because it wasn't 'strong' like the assassination majors, but when you received a personal congrats from them, it took you by surprse.

+ hell, when you saw them enter your lab without a word, you quirked your brows, pausing from pulling the trigger of your flamethrower. upon request from your weapons department friends, you were in the middle of melting a large batch of energy-fuelling pills. you slowly put the flamethrower down on your desk. "if i knew i was having such esteemed guests, i would've cleaned the place up a bit. to what do i owe the pleasure?"

+ but before they could answer, the three of them were hovering over your pile of books, empty beakers and box of surgical equipment. rion plucked a grey glass bottle from your top shelf, which you reserved for your most expensive creations, before popping the lid off.

+ she sniffed the top of it and gave a "hm!" of approval before taking a swig. "wow, this is actually pretty good," rion said, smacking her lips together and offering some to sakamoto, who only took the bottle from her hands, "what's this one for? my stomach feels like it's doing backflips."

+ you folded your arms. "that's because it's for serious internal bleeding. you're only really meant to take it when, you know, you're only puking an alarming amount of blood." rion nodded in acknowledgement and dangled the empty bottle with a grin. "ah, gotcha. no internal bleeding for me now!"

+ "mmm, i prefer this flavour." your eyes flit over to nagumo yoichi, the insufferable student that had all the girls swooning in seconds, swiping four potions from your shelf and stuffing them in his pocket. "i'll come back again to try more!"

+ "wait, you just came here to take my stuff?" you asked, stopping the three in their tracks. sure, it's . . . fine that they stole your things without permission, but your lab was usually off-limits for those who didn't belong in your department. well, now that you think about it, when did these three ever follow rules?

+ rion waved her hand. "we'd love to talk, babes, but we gotta dash. will use these potions well, though!"

+ and nagumo added with a more enthusiastic wave, "keep a separate shelf just for me!"

+ and they left, leaving you to finish your work of delivering pills to the weapons department. they were a funny bunch, you always thought as you sometimes passed by them in the hallway. rion would always strike a conversation whenever you bumped into each other. she was always so sweet to you. sakamoto occasionally asked how your projects were going since it was a season of missions being carried out more often than ever, so you were ever-so-busy with surgeries. nagumo had the biggest grin on his face as he bombarded you with requests like a strawberry and lemon flavoured potion for his fatigue. they were strange but fun all the same.

+ since then, they made a common appearance, sometimes it was just rion who wanted to have a chat. you got along well, getting to know her likes and dislikes, laughing along when she verbally tore sakamoto and nagumo apart like they were shreds of paper. other times, it was nagumo alone and when it was just him, it was like a spitfire of insults after insults.

+ when nagumo is fiddling with one of your brain-relaxing equipments that you made just a week ago, he realises that you're a lot quieter when it's just him, when rion and sakamoto aren't present. "hm? why is it when akao and sakamoto are here, you have so much to say, but you're silent when it's me?" and honestly, it felt like a big slap to the face because wow, it was true.

+ ". . . shut up," you said, earning a chuckle from him. "the whole building will be able to hear you yapping."

+ today, a few years after their first intrusion in your lab, nagumo is taller and different at the age of 19. he wasn't more mature per se, but he definitely carried a more confident wittier aura that you didn't recognise from before. you, at 19 were renowned for your fantastic creations. one of your best moments was when you received a commission from an order member albeit a small one. your efforts were so well-recognised that applications for your department were growing much to your pleasure. rion congratulated you a lot, sakamoto actually used your creations and nagumo had never broken his streak of making sure to visit you almost everyday.

+ and you don't know when you started to feel this way, but whenever nagumo entered the room, time seemed to go painfully slower as though he was staying in your lab for longer than you thought. your equations for perfecting brain damage potions seemed harder than normal and you just couldn't seem to find that one blueprint that was always in its same place. even nagumo went, "it's this one, no? it was right under your hands" much to your embarrassment. your brain was scattered whenever he was near you and you really hated it.

+ and what was worse is that he noticed all this and was enjoying it.

+ "is my (name) . . . a little distracted?"

+ yes, yes. infuriatingly so, you think as you watch nagumo bounce over to where you stand in the far corner of your lab. he has that mischevious grin, the one that you want to melt off his annoyingly-handsome face. did it never occur to him that you couldn't work at your best whenever his talkative ass was in the room? is he really that stupid that you have to say, "nagumo, i need to do my work," then deal with those big eyes of his begging to stay? if he was a little less insufferable, maybe you would've─

+ you freeze. wait, he said 'my?'

+ and nagumo, his face creased with laughter, sees the cogs whir in your brain as you finally realise that he really just indirectly labelled you as his.

+ "don't tell me you've been ignoring me for that long."

+ and much to your dismay, it hits you that yeah, he's always been there. "wow! my (name) seems to like today's lunch! i don't see you here that often!" he once commented when you sat with him at the cafeteria. "the food's not always so great, but today seems ok."

+ or the other time when you had a first-year student schedule an appointment with you because he wanted advice for his weapons. nagumo saw him waiting outside your lab. "hmm, my (name) is a bit busy today! why don't you come back later?" he said while he was opening the door to waltz in, "ah! my (name) i've come to bother you!" he sang before slamming the door. you didn't manage to see the poor kid because nagumo took up your entire evening.

+ and you really did find yourself making a separate cabinet just for nagumo. even to this day, at the ripe age of 27, you made soothing creams for burns, motion sickness pills and gums for him to chew on for whenever osaragi would drive. his placement as an order member made him busier but never enough to keep him away from you. whenever you're at the clinic for your day-job, nagumo made frequent appearances. he'd lean on the front desk and request for his usual "lovely, lovely and beautifully perfected doctor," even when you're literally standing there, typing away at the computer. "yoichi, you're really doing this on my shift." it would never stop him. "i am your shift!"

+ he's surprisingly romantic for someone with little dating history. he's had a few girlfriends in the past but because of his occupation, they obviously don't last long. with you though? though not a fully-fledged assassin yourself, you're part of that world, his world, so you understand the burden and pressure that comes with it. just like nagumo is tasked with completing his missions with no mistakes, you're equally expected to never fail a surgery, always finish on time and come up with new ideas. it's a cycle where you both have each other backs.

+ like, as much as he jokes, he's very proud of your achievements. as an order member himself, he'd probably commission you a lot and if anyone needs surgical assistance or high-tech weapons, he'd be quick to mention your name. of course, he hesitates just a little because he doesn't want to share, but for the better of your work, he puts your name out there.

+ he doesn't get heavily injured because he's scarily skilled. his 'gold assassin's license' that he boasts about keeps him protected, but just to rile you up, he'd limp in through your clinic or house, crying for the kiss of the doctor that he's come to adore. if you're at the clinic, you need to appear more professional because you have people you see everyday watching you care for this grown ass man wailing his guts out. if you're at home, you're much more relaxed and honestly, so's nagumo as he leans into your delicate touch.

+ generally, he's so proud and whipped about the fact that you're a doctor and are so capable of doing what you do. he has extensive knowledge on poisons, so he tries to add his recommendations from time to time and he's grateful whenever you take it. on the rare case that you don't, he acts hurt, "oh . . . my (name) doesn't like my idea," and he'd jokingly mope until you kiss his ego better. anything can solve this man's problems if you silence him with a kiss.

+ sakamoto's like ". . . please tell me you did not get with nagumo," and nagumo finds this hilarious. he's like, "i have an idea! let's go on double dates with you, me, aoi and (name)!" to which sakamoto rejects. he doesn't mind the idea of you being friends with his wife, of course, but he doesn't want to take nagumo anywhere.

+ sometimes, he'd disguise himself as you and nonchalantly act as if he's doing chores in your house until you come back home. so when he sees you, he points and goes, "an imposter!" and at this point, you play along, "there's my doppelganger. can you give me back my boyfriend, please." and as soon as you say that, he transforms back and grabs you.

+ life with this mf is a wild ride, but honestly, you signed up for it, so good luck. once his eyes are set on someone, he goes all in and is not about to give it up. especially when he knows how serious you are about him and he is for you. a match made in heaven!

[ryescapades]

sfw, wc ~ 400

“i told you, i’m not playing the pocky game with you.” you pinch the bridge of your nose with a grumble.

“eh, why not?” nagumo leans forward from his position on the couch, inching closer to where you sit on the edge. “come on, it’d be fun!”

“first of all, you’re crashing at my place uninvited and eating all my snacks. secondly, you should be doing this with someone who’s interested,” you point out before going back to what you were doing.

there’s a short moment of silence before he replies, “i’m interested enough for the both of us.”

you falter, staring at him with uncertainty. the eyes that greet you seem endless in its void, dark and unrelenting as that small tilt of his head remains. you immediately break the eye contact, halfway lost and drowning in the abyss.

“that’s not what i–“ you shake your head slightly, huffing out a soft sigh. “nevermind. this is childish.” you had half the mind to give him a piece of your thoughts, but then again how did you want it to mean anyway?

deep down you already knew the answer to that, though you decide it’s best not to put the words out for him to pick on.

you let the silence roots into place before nagumo breaks it again. “you’re right, it’s childish.”

your gaze instantly bounces back to his in mild surprise, initially expecting him to give you a quirky remark. you silently watch as his dark overgrown hair sways with the wind, that obnoxious printed shirt he’s wearing gently blowing from the spring breeze flowing in from the opened windows.

nagumo lightly tosses aside the pocky box onto the coffee table and turns to you with a smile. “i don’t really need a pocky to get a kiss from you, now do i?”

your eyes widen, “huh..? w-wait–“

nagumo yoichi is an opportunist, if anything. there’s a tint of red creeping up your cheeks, your lips quivering as you try to reason with him– with yourself. you’re barely pushing him away when he leans in close, and he’s barely holding himself back when his lips make contact with yours.

your grip on his shirt tightens, and he presses himself onto you harder. your mind blanks, and his is overflowed with only the thoughts of you.

everything else disperses away, for the only thing he can think about right now is how much sweeter your lips are compared to any pocky he’d ever tasted.

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[simpsarcade]

reader giving Nagumo oral in a broom closet, that's it, that's the post. this is just me trying to get myself back to writing again, I'm rustyyyyy

pairing. Yoichi Nagumo x reader

wordcount. 1.5 K

warnings. nsfw (oral male recieving, gagging, throat fuck, throat pie)

office hours

The sounds of the hustle and bustle of daily life in the JAA headquarters permeated clear as day through the thick wooden door Nagumo had his back pressed to. He could hear the footsteps, people coming and going, talking and laughing outside. It was clear as day, and if anything it added to the thrill of the very dangerous thing he was going right now - a shiver running up his spine and cutting his train of thought when your tongue surrounded the sensitive head of his cock.

He bites his lips looking down at you again just as he hears someone running right outside the door - yeah, it really only added to the thrill. He takes in the sight of you on your knees in the broom closet floor, his long and hard cock covering a part of your face as you lick him from the balls all the way to the tip, teasingly slow. It makes a shudder run down his spine again and he groans, smirking back at you.

Nagumo misses the way the wetness of your tongue caresses the underside of his hard cock as soon as it is gone, leaving him throbbing as your lips surround his cock again. Usually he’d be happy to just lay back and let you do all the work on your own, taking it at your own pace, but he is feeling especially impatient today. Lacing one hand into your hair he tugs at it lightly, urging you to take in more of his cock.

You know what he wants, but you don’t comply immediately, not exactly. You slowly take him into your mouth, going almost all the way down, making him hiss lowly. Just then you pull back, making sure to keep the suction tight as you slowly release his massive length. He grunts in disapproval, but you adore the way his cock throbs when you do that, and the salty taste of precum that comes with it.

The fingers in your hair tug at it again, making you whine, and Nagumo takes this chance to push the swollen head of his cock back into your mouth. You gasp for a second at the intrusion before giving in, slowly starting your way down again, licking the underside of his erection as you go, spreading saliva over his thick length. This time you try to get as close to the base as you can, bobbing up and down, making nasty wet sounds as you go. For a second this seems to sate Nagumo, a hum coming from his chest, the hand in your head caressing you, but it doesn’t last, and his fingers tug at your hair again, harder this time.

Impatience finally got the better off of Nagumo, though you had stopped with the teasing you still weren’t giving him everything he wanted. He knew you could go deeper, he'd hazard even saying you could take him all the way. Sure, he knew he was big, but he didn't doubt that with the right coaxing you could take all of him. So he takes it in his hands, frustration and desire blinding what little patience was left, fingers finding your scalp and pushing your head down on his cock.

At first he does it slowly, pulling your head up and down his dick but not really reaching all the way. It feels good, making his hips buck forward, the movement making you gag and that's when you lose it. Just the noise you make is nearly enough to have him spiraling, but it's the feeling of your gagging around his dick that has him truly gone. All manner of self control is gone as his movements get faster, veiny hands pulling your head further and further down his cock.

You're gagging around his massive shaft, struggling to keep up as Nagumo's long fingers use your hair to pull you you up and down his cock at an impressive speed, making you slobber him in saliva as you go. He's trying to pull you down all the way to the base but it's hards, he is long and thick, and the upwards curve of his cock makes it even harder despite all the lubrication.

In you chest your hear is racing as Nagumo humms in pleasure, jerking off his hard length with your head. You place your hands on his thighs trying to hold on for dear life, your eyes watering and breath faltering as he keeps up his relentless pace. It's too fast, too hard, too much all together but strangely enough, you can't deny the throbbing between your legs, even through the breathlessness and discomfort.

The harder Nagumo fucks himself with your mouth the harder he finds it to keep silent. It's just too good, and the added adrenaline of having to hide makes it even better. You look messy, saliva and tears straining your face, breath erratic as he pushes his dick further and further in - it all looks so hot that it has his cock throbbing in your mouth.

When he finally pushes himself all the way down, you gag around his pulsating length. Nagumo grunts at the sound and at the feeling of the head of his cock pushing against the back of your throat. He holds you in place for a second, holding your head against his crotch as you gag around him, and even through he bliss clouding his eyes he notices the way your thighs come together, squeezing hard around the nothing.

"You like this? What a freak," he snarks with a laugh and a smirk, enjoying it when even that only makes you squeeze your thighs harder.

He resumes his aggressive pace before he is even done speaking, pulling out all the way to the tip then back to the base again, making you gag once more. Every time your body tries to swallow on reflex, your throat closing hard around the sensitive head of his cock. Every time you can feel the counter of his massive length, so big it fills you to the brim, tears falling down as you feel yourself choking. Still, It feels so, so good, making your core tighten in response.

Nagumo keeps up the same voracious rhythm. Pulling your mouth to the tip then flush against his hips and back again, making you swallow him to the hilt every time, eliciting wet sounds that can only be described as downright pornographic. It's hypnotic, the vulgar sounds, your messy face, the feeling of your throat clenching around his dock, a litany of sensations that have him on edge. His cock throbs and twitches wildly in your mouth, his movements with your head becoming shallower and more erratic. He is coming to his limit, chasing his release with careless abandon.

It doesn't take long for his vision to go white, body freezing in place just as he pushes himself all the way inside your mouth. Your gagging only feeds his orgasm, milking his throbbing cock as he shoots rope after rope of thick white cum straight into your throat, keeping your lips tight against his hips to make sure you swallow everything. His orgasm feels like it takes forever, and there are tears streaming down your face now, but he keeps you in place with a strong hand as he empties his heavy balls into you.

Nagumo only lets go when he feels it's over, all his cum deposited straight into your tight throat. He pulls out and a string of saliva and cum mixed together connects his length to your mouth. He watches you take in a deep, ragged breath, coughing up as you try to regain your composure. In a sick way, this too is kinda hot.

His long fingers reach for your face, wiping away the tears and saliva as you slowly regain your breath. A wicked smile spreads a cross his face as his thumb pushes against your dump skin, your breath caressing his hand. You are such a mess and it's so hot he can already feel himself getting hard again, especially when your still teary eyes meet his. He is just about to push you to the ground when he hears his name being called outside.

Shit, he was using your sweet mouth to escape work, but it seems work just found him.

"Ugh, looks like I gotta get back before they find us," he says, voice cheerful as Nagumo squeezes your face with one hand, laughing at your annoyed grunt. "And just when I wanted something more."

He shrugs with a full body sigh, looking to the door as you both hear footsteps moving away. You want to say something back, but your breathe is barely back to normal and your throat and jaw are both sore, so speaking becomes too much of a hassle. Moving quick, Nagumo unlocks the door, hand on the handle and ready to go before you can even get up. Just as he opens it, he turns back to you for one last moment.

"Don't think this is over, we're gonna continue another time," he shoots you a wink and steps out, the door closing before him, leaving you tired, sore and way more high strung that you should be during office hours.

[actyl]

cw. they make out.

her face was still flushed from the argument. it wasn’t the first one—god knew it wouldn’t be the last one—but for some reason, this one had just gone too far.

heat roared beneath her skin in a way that made her head pound. sweat clung to her hairline, beads threatening to slide down the back of her neck. she could feel it steaming off her skin as her anger burned hotter, searing through her veins, setting in her bones.

her scowl twisted deeper, muscles pulling taut until her jaw ached and cheeks throbbed from the strain. every breath felt like stroking a first: sharp, shallow, scalding. her chest heaved as she took in breath after breath, but it still wasn’t enough to cool the fury coiled inside her, something nearly suffocating.

“you should go,” her voice was low and tight.

“you’re not serious.” he scoffed, taking a step back in disbelief. “you’re gonna throw me out just ‘cause i proved you were wrong?”

“this isn’t about that.” she shot back, arms crossed in defense, completely guarded.

“it’s about you being completely impossible. always picking a fight, always pushing like you’re trying to pick a fight.”

“well,” his voice was smooth, the smile on his face dangerous. “you just make it so easy—”

“god, you’re so insufferable.”

“i know.” yet his smile, sharp and triumphant, never disappeared. she was used to his cocky demeanor, the teasing that lived permanently on his lips. but his eyes were different—something darker, something warmer—something that made her stomach churn. every hair on her body stood up, like she knew danger was coming.

“you just love to show up like you know everything—like you’re just waiting for me to fail so you can swoop in and prove you’re better.” she snapped.

he chuckled, an exhale more than a sound, stepping closer.

“please,” his voice was sharp. “i don’t need to wait for you to fail, you make that part pretty easy all on your own.”

she clenched her fists at her side, breaths shallow as hos words stung deeper than she’d like to admit. his smirk only added salt to her wounds, the way he stood, so effortlessly self-assured. she was used to this, his arrogance, but she’d never seen him push her buttons so purposefully.

“is that what you think?” her voice trembled with a mix of frustration, irritation, and something she couldn’t quite place.

his head tilted, smirk growing wider as he took a step closer. he could feel the heat radiating off her, her skin just a few inches away from his own. there was something in the way he looked at her, a knowing glint in his eyes that made her blood run hot in ways she’s always hated.

“i don’t think you want me to show you up,” he clarified, voice barely above a whisper. “but we both know you wouldn’t mind if i did.”

her eyes narrowed. “you love to think you’re better than me, don’t you? like you’ve got everything figured out, like you’ve got nothing better to do than look down on me.”

he met her glare, unflinching, the tension between them palpable. for a moment, they just stood there, her words hanging heavy between them before he broke the silence.

“it is pretty amusing seeing you like this. but don’t lie—deep down, you like this. you like the challenge.”

his gaze was intense, she took a step back and he took another step forward, maintaining the distance. “we’ve been at each other’s throats for so long, you’d probably miss it if i wasn’t here.”

her breath caught in her throat, the air felt thick, a knife wouldn’t be enough to cut the tension between the two. heat built up with every word; she wanted to scream at him, but he was right. she would miss it, and some part deep inside her knew she would miss him, as insufferable as he was.

“we’re supposed to hate each other.”

“supposed to.” she was suddenly aware of how close he was, too close. his presence felt overwhelming, and she struggled to maintain her composure even as her pulse quickened. his cologne tickled her nose, clinging to the air—something sharp and clean. it made her head spin.

she wanted to step back, to create some distance, but her feet felt rooted to the floor. the way he looked at her, the maddening intensity of his gaze made the world disappear.

“i don’t think either of us know what we’re supposed to do anymore,” he murmured, his voice soft, filled with a quiet challenge daring her to admit what they both knew.

she swallowed hard, she could hear her heartbeat as her heart threatened to jump out of her chest. she opened her mouth to say something, anything—to push him away, but any words she could muster up caught in her throat.

instead, she stood there, staring at him, her mind a chaotic swirl of what they were, and what they weren’t supposed to be.

she didn’t expect it—didn’t know how it happened—but suddenly, his mouth was on hers, hard and demanding. it was messy and heated and too much; it was all teeth and heat, clashing of frustrated breaths, as if neither of them could hold back any longer. she gasped against him, the intensity of the kiss stealing the air from her lungs, making her knees weak beneath her.

his hands were on her, one on her waist, one threading through her hair, pulling her closer until she was pressed against him. the way he kissed her felt desperate, almost angry—as if he was trying to prove something to her, or perhaps to himself.

it was like fighting and surrender all at once—like neither of them could decide if they were given in or trying to win.

their lips found a steady rhythm, molding into each other. his grip on her waist was firm, fingers digging deep enough to leave her dizzy, like he was grounding her and setting her on fire all at once. her hands fisted in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan into her mouth—a low sound that sent a shiver down her spine.

his hand slid from her waist to her back, she was sure if they pressed against each other any closer they’d become one. it felt as if they couldn’t get enough of each other—like every sharp word, every bitter stare they’d shared had all been building to this.

“i hate you.” she gasped between kisses, breathless and burning.

“i know,” he murmured, “i hate you, too.”

“you’re impossible.”

she could feel his grin against her lips as he kissed her again—deeper, slower kiss, like he knew exactly how much it would unravel her.

“you love it.”

mikey sano, takashi mitsuya, shinichiro sano, KISAKI TETTA, rindou haitani, RAN HAITANI / yuji terushima, TETSURO KUROO, tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, akaashi keiji / EDWARD ELRIC, roy mustang / tomura shigaraki, TOUYA TODOROKI, KEIGO TAKAMI / JASON TODD, tim drake, damian wayne, DICK GRAYSON / shin asakura, YOICHI NAGUMO / EREN YAEGER, jean kirstien, armin arlert

actyl -> do not copy or repost my works

[veria01]

As a society, WE NEED MORE SAKAMOTO CHARACTERS X READER FANFICS. I'm talking about them Nagumo Yoichi, Natsuki Seba, Shin Asakura, etc. Cause tell me why I only saw five. FIVE fanfics of Nagumo. AO3 ain't doing any better too. I need y'all to work overtime fellow writers🙏🏻🙏🏻

[isenkus]

My entire being craves for more boob guy nagumo

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ warnings for mature content, minors do not interact. nipple play, implied masturbation, nagumo being the unserious bastard he is, implied mommy kink at the end. nagumo loves ur tits.

boob guy!nagumo, who always finds comfort in your plopping his head on your chest after a long day of assassin work. you can hear him sigh dreamily as he pushes his head even further into your chest.

boob guy!nagumo, who insists on applying your body creams and oils on you, only to carefully caress your breasts and leave the rest of your body unattended. you have to remind him he has to finish what he started, and he happily obliges.

boob guy!nagumo, who is in love with how sensitive your nipples are. whether it’s pinching, licking, or suckling, nagumo is a jack of all trades. there’s been a few times where you catch him drooling as his fingers play with your nipples while he palms himself through his pants, and when he decides to cum on your tits, it’s one of the hottest sights you’ve ever seen.

boob guy!nagumo, who loves fucking you in front of a mirror, just to see your tits bounce as he thrusts himself in and out. he loves missionary, cowgirl, you name it, as long as he has those pretty tits on sight, he’s content.

boob guy!nagumo, who loves your breasts no matter how they look. if you have stretch marks, he likes to trace them with his fingers after sex, or even when he and you are facing each other in bed before sleeping. it’s his way of saying he likes them, and he’s mentioned they suit you before. if one is bigger than the other, he loves that too. whether they’re saggy, perky, uneven—nagumo doesn’t care. he will always give them the attention they deserve.

boob guy!nagumo, who loves leaving bruises all over your breasts. he’s always leaving little love marks which have you avoiding low cut tops for a week minimum, and when you do wear them inside your home, he’s always saying hi to his little reminders of love.

boob guy!nagumo, who has names for your breasts. going with what i said before, he says hi every now and then, and loves retracing the spots where he’s left hickies, saying “there’s my favorite princesses!” and yes, one time the hickies he left were his initials. if it weren’t for your protests, he would’ve had it as his phone wallpaper. (jokes on you, he does have it. he changes it when you’re around, though.)

boob guy!nagumo, who has a collection of pictures of the many artworks he has done on your chest. if you allow him to, he’ll tattoo a small design on your underboob, that’s for his eyes only. he’ll melt if you let him tattoo his name on you (he’s hinted at this for a million times, and hopes you say yes.)

boob guy!nagumo, who loves to get himself off on your tits. the way his face contorts from pleasure is angelic, and the desperate whines that escape his lips have definitely made for awkward interactions with your neighbors. perhaps, there’s been a time where the name mommy was thrown around. if you ask him about it, though, he’ll deflect and act as if it never happened.

sakadays taglist open, suggestions open (check my rules pleek), rbs appreciated?!

[sleepynoons]

nagumo yoichi x gn!reader, sfw, not beta read

cw: slight suggestive content, explicit language

notes: wait if you catch several typos/grammar mistakes, that's not on me, that's on ellipsus for constantly glitching out today and preventing me from making edits. this is a drabble, too, and i don't proofread those oops. anyway, i thought it'd be funny if nagumo also got into a relationship the same way sakamoto and aoi got together. i also think it's hilarious that the npcs in this series don't give a fuck lol. nagumo also comes off as weird af at first LMAO wait this was kinda meant to satisfy my belief that nagumo has a sleeper build iykwim - wait i'm realizing there are several references + tidbits in this piece so it'd be funny if y'all catch anything hehe

"WELCOME!"

greeting customers is arguably the least rewarding thing about your job. most people who walk in ignore you, some even look annoyed, and you hate public speaking in the first place. you think you lose five minutes of your life every single time you raise your voice, and those five minutes have probably accumulated to years by now.

you sigh. it can't be helped. another part-timer recently quit, and you can't possibly let the manager of this convenience store, an elderly man in his 60s, take on additional night shifts when he's already handling the early mornings.

besides, there are some pros. since the store is located near a university and a residential area, there are familiar faces. there's a group of computer science students that often drop by, and they play the occasional harmless prank on you. there's also that mother-daughter pair that buys frozen taiyakis every saturday as a reward for the daughter for finishing her weekly violin lesson. and perhaps the most intriguing of them all is a man that pops by every three days around midnight.

he wears the same tan trench coat, along with a loose patterned button-up and black pants. before winter set in, he always went straight to the freezer to fish out a popsicle, bar already in his mouth as he walked over to pay, but in the past two weeks, he's been opting for a cup of hot coffee and small packets of candy instead.

it seems he's craving sour gummies today. with a swift swipe of your arm, you grab and scan the barcode on the back of the plastic bag, and type in the amount for his drink.

"your total's ¥600."

"no discounts for your most loyal customer?"

startled, you freeze, determined to avoid eye contact. you've had conversations with other customers before, but never with him. he's always left as quickly as he came, so you're caught off-guard by this unexpected interaction.

"u-uh, not this time, sorry. i can ask the manager if we have a loyalty program, if you want."

the man hums as he nods happily and hands you two ¥500 coins. his unbothered smile unnerves you a bit, so you count the difference and return the loose change in personal record time.

but he doesn't leave, and instead, asks, "any thoughts on getting hitched?"

your spit-take's almost comical, but the absurdity of the situation takes precedent. "w-what now?"

"one of my co-workers recently got married to a convenience store worker, so i'd thought i'd give it a try, too!"

you're practically shaking from how anxious and overwhelmed this person's making you feel. it doesn't help that he's clearly not disturbed at all, which almost makes you doubt your own ethics and gut instincts. but, the more you think about it, the more you're sure there's something wrong with this man and not you.

"i-i, uh, well, i'm not interested in-in getting married right now."

"oh, that's a shame! guess i'll try again tomorrow!”

–

you wake up with a jolt, almost knocking the crown of your head into nagumo's chin. though, of course, there's no actual need to worry about that.

"hm, what's wrong?"

with a workbook on bayesian statistics in one hand, a pen resting on his ear, and his other arm folded behind his head, he looks down at you curiously. despite having just woken up, your head's never been clearer, and you sit up between his legs before looking behind your shoulder and shooting a glare at him.

you ask, "can i punch your face?"

nagumo laughs, probably already imagining your futile attempts. "sure! but can i ask why?"

"i dreamt about our first conversation, and it reminded me that you're kinda fucked up."

your boyfriend chuckles more, amused by your moral qualms. "you could say that."

the thought that your relationship is weird has never left you. you're (still) a simple convenience store cashier, and nagumo gets filthy rich by murdering people. you were never that interested in the world around you, having been too busy paying back student loans and applying to other jobs throughout your early adolescent years to care about other things, so when he told you about the JAA and the establishment of the assassin industry as a whole, you were shocked. but that's always as far down into the rabbit hole as you let yourself go.

from this view, with nagumo spread out before you, he doesn't look dangerous at all. if anything, he resembles a nerdy graduate student, thanks to his obvious passions for mathematics and reading. moreover, his short-sleeved t-shirt exposes his tattoo-riddled arms, and the bottom of it has ridden up, giving you a pleasurable view of his hip bones and happy trail. in fact, when the two of you got into bed together for the first time (don't ask how he succeeded in seducing you), you were surprised by his physique. his outside clothes certainly don't do his abs or biceps justice.

anyway, the point is, he looks like your fantasy of a dreamy, hot, geeky boyfriend, not your local professional hitman-for-hire.

you sigh. you're not going to punch his stupidly attractive face. you lie back down onto his chest, burrowing your nose into the crook of his neck. you do let yourself get away with a pinch to his cheek.

then, you mutter, "don't hurt me."

"i won't," he chirps.

nagumo presses the knuckles of his free hand into the knots around your shoulder blades and flips his book back open.

he knows you mean more than in the literal sense.

[faintrustle]

There's something so sexy about NAGUMO YOICHI's nape.

[wannabepoeticischiya]

as long as you'd let me

ao3: as long as you'd let me pairing: nagumo yoichi x f! reader genre: romance wc: 1.7k status: one shot

If anything—Nagumo was the one who thought himself fortunate enough to be granted the chance to be loved by her. Everybody wants her—all the heavens wonder what it would have been like to love her.

And he was the only one lucky enough to do both.

When she met him all those years ago, [Name] couldn't understand why she felt so drawn to him. She could never wrap her head around the idea that tagged along when his image crossed her mind. 

There was nothing special about him. Absolutely nothing. He was a face in the crowd. Someone who just so happened to be there when she was standing in the middle of the ballroom. He was someone who coincidentally just wanted to blend in—a dance was a redirecting tactic so it seems. 

So why did his eyes look at her like that? How could he dare to look at her with all the stars in the sky and say it was nothing more than convenience? How could he play off this—this... this incessant drumming inside her chest that had her heart wanting to run out of her body and straight to him? How could he look at her like that? 

How could he stand there and look like loving her would be his honor? That being on the receiving end of her adoration would be enough to last him this lifetime? Or that being the guy whom she harbored affection for would be the greatest thing he'd be blessed with in this life and all the next?

But he did. 

He dared to dream beyond that moment, and it brought him to where he stood now. As if fate had a lasting impression on them. 

Nagumo had met her again but this time, he was sure—this time he was sure he'd get it right. 

"Nagumo!" A shrill voice called, running as fast as his legs could take him to the assassin who stood before the windows overlooking the gardens. "[Name]—"

At the mention of her name, he had already closed the distance that separated him from the informant.

"What—" his head turned in an uncomfortable position to glare at the man, "did you do to my wife?" His voice was frosted, as if they were plunged into the depths of the oceans that housed all his hostility. 

The small man looked at Nagumo in fright, not expecting the assassin to hold his weapon against his person who only ever wanted to tell Nagumo the whereabouts of his beloved. He should have known something was off when his other superior, Shishiba, had asked for his assistance when the blond man had once never even bothered to accept any help from anyone before. The informant thought it would be a simple job, one that would end just like all his other errands: convey the information and be done with it. 

Now it seems that his life would be done with before he could even finish saying what needed to be said.

"She—she," Nagumo lifted the man from the ground by the collar, inching the weapon impossibly closer to the area on his neck that could sniff out his life. "She's by the gardens—"

He couldn't even finish the rest of his sentence when the tattooed assassin had already taken off, disappearing behind the corridors with his yukata fluttering in the spring gale. The open window was the only remnant that he was even in the room, and of course the frightened worker who just wanted to do his job. 

---

"So," Nagumo gazed at her softly, raising his eyebrow as a gesture for her to continue. "What are you doing up there?"

[Name] looked down at him from the tree branch she sat on. "Oh, you know... just admiring the clouds." 

Earlier, Shishiba had asked her the same query, except her answer was far different from the one she gave her husband just now. 

‘Why are you sitting up there?’ Shishiba would ask.

‘Waiting for my husband to come by.’ She would answer.

Perhaps Shishiba had informed Yoichi and he came rushing here like his life depended on it. 

Nagumo leaned against the trunk and continued to observe her figure from below, threads of [h/c] waltzing to the tune of the breeze, leaves that fluttered across the space that separated them painted fleeting shadows over her face, the heavens housed within those vibrant [e/c] irises. 

"Why'd you marry me, Yoichi?"

Her voice held a certain softness to it, as if she feared the answer that was yet to come. Did she think of herself as someone unbefitting of him? Does she label herself unworthy? Or was she in doubt of his affection? 

She shouldn't. 

If anything—Nagumo was the one who thought himself fortunate enough to be granted the chance to be loved by her. Everybody wants her—all the heavens wonder what it would have been like to love her. And he was the only one lucky enough to do both. 

I love you, he would say. And I'll love you for as long as you'd let me. 

"What are you talking about, dear?" he smiles, half a mind wanting to climb the tree and be nearer to her, the other half wanting to just stay put and see how nature pales in comparison to her. 

"What makes me so special, huh?" [Name] leaned in further to the tree trunk, side-eyeing her proclaimed husband, mirroring the same affection on her face as he had held for her. 

Silence was left to drown in the weight of her words, because as he was—Nagumo was unsure with what to say. 

He could have named a thousand things—and he reckons a thousand more after that... and it still wouldn't have been enough. 

It meant more to him, that day, that moment, all those moons ago. 

When destiny tied her fate to his. The day the heavens smiled down on him and allowed him the chance to hold her hand. To dance with her under the guise of convenience. 

She never knew that. And Nagumo was most certain that she never will. How could someone as great as her even remember the face of someone like him? Not when so many sunsets have already passed them by. 

[Name] released a breath of air, eyebrows creasing as a look of anxiousness colored the hills of her face at his lack of feedback. 

For the next minutes or so, she didn't bother filling the unnerving silence left by his unresponsiveness; opting to just permit the sound of rustling leaves to whisper melodies into her open ears.

"Nothing."

What?

[Name] craned her head to meet his stare, whether due to her being startled by his sudden answer or the meaning of what he just replied.

And she thought to herself, was there a proper way to sick a husband in the face when he tells you that there was nothing special about you? 

"There is absolutely nothing special about you, my love," was his answer, smiling at the woman perched on the top of a tree branch as if his statement did not just cause a turbulent downpour of emotions in her heart. And he even has the nerve to repeat such things! And call her love! Has he relinquished all shame?

I may not have the most experienced dating life out there but I'm not so much of an idiot to not know that those words are not what you say to your wife! Even if we are married for less than a year!

"Tch. So typical of you to say—" [Name] rolled her eyes at him and looked away, crossing her arms over her chest as she directed her attention to the ducks swimming around the pond.

"It's just that—" he began, tapping the tree trunk in a karate style way and holding his arms out, "without you..." the grown plant started emitting creaking noises and soon enough it landed on the ground with a very noticeable thud, "nothing is special." He whispered, holding the woman who once sat on the now fallen tree.

"Now, let's go back inside... shall we?" he grins.

[Name] couldn't comprehend why she felt such emotions for him. 

Yoichi was always so spontaneous and straightforward, he spoke when he felt the need to correct someone and he did so without remorse. 

She didn't understand, there were so many people out there who are better than him and yet... her heart continuously longed for his attention, the kind of attention that she once had though she will never get. 

In that light, during once upon a time, she had so badly wanted to give up on him... find someone better—still, the more she pried into his soul to uncover his flaws, the more his imperfection came flooding into her sight... the harder she fell.

Every breath he took was magic. 

To [Name], every word he spoke was like a spell, hypnotizing her deeper into loving someone like him.

After years of questioning why she had fallen for someone like Nagumo, it soon became clear that she didn't treasure him just because he was good-looking, gods he had such a horrible fashion sense when he danced with her all those years ago... [Name] did not cherish him as she had now just because he had a nice smile, or a certain way with words that would leave her flustered or annoyed. 

No. 

Sure, she loved all those things about him and she knew that she would come to feel the same way many, many steps into the future, but those were something that could be seen by the world. Those were things that people could see—traits that others were capable of discerning at a single glance.

[Name] liked him because he was flawed, his imperfections were proof that even someone that seemed almost perfect as him, could feel hurt... could be capable of needing someone.

And I once had hoped that the someone that he would need could be me...

So how fortunate am I that I have you here? That you turn to me when you are hurt, or scared, or in need of someone to lean on? 

It was nice to feel wanted—even more so, it feels nice when you are loved. But how many people can say that they feel safe? That they feel secure and seen; they cast away all the masks, all the faces shown to the world, every wall is still held up high but a door is wide open for you to enter. To see all the things growing in the gardens of their hearts, and know that you are trusted with something they held dear.

Nagumo could thank all his stars, every wish he had ever cast into the galaxies... but deep down, [Name] knew, she would always be the lucky one.

just a little something because I just realized I haven't posted this month ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) I legitimately have no idea what turn this took bcz it's past midnight when I bulldozed my way through this. the short something story I was working on for Miyuki Kazuya mylovethelightofmylifebooboobearhoneybunchsugarplumappleofmyeyeicingonmycupcake got a little out of hand and now I'm definitely sure I can't post it by the end of the month because well—well it's not finished and also because my studies are killing me ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ I hope you enjoy this ❤️ I love Nagumo. ps. to the anon who had requested to me, I promise you it is on the way (pls believe me (つ﹏⊂))

[uzurakis]

nagumo had one hand on the wheel, fingers tapping lazily against it, while the other, warm and ever-present, rested on your thigh. casual, like it belonged there. like it always did. just the weight of his hand, warm and unmoving, like it had landed there absentmindedly. you had glanced at him at first, expecting him to move it, but nagumo had simply grinned, eyes still on the road, and left it right where it was.

minutes passed.

his fingers, previously still, began to shift ever so slightly. a slow, lazy drag of his thumb along the fabric covering your skin. nothing overt. nothing that could be called out without sounding ridiculous.

“nagumo.”

“mm?” his tone was light, almost distracted, but that damn grin was still there.

". . . both hands on the wheel.”

“i told you, i don’t need both hands,” the guy mused, tapping the steering wheel with two fingers. “i’m a professional.”

“professional menace, maybe.”

nagumo chuckled, and that was when his fingers dipped lower between your thighs.

he chuckled, tilting his head in that lazy, almost careless way. “i'm driving and keeping you in check. you get fidgety, you know?”

“maybe because your hand is in places it shouldn’t be,” you shot back.

“mm. . disagree.” his thumb absentmindedly traced a small circle against your leg. “i think it’s exactly where it should be.”

you rolled your eyes, but you didn’t move his hand. not that you ever did. not that he’d let you.

[totallybakedcake]

more night thoughts..

the crowds are big and cramped, barely any room to breathe or pass through, the noise was too much, people yelling and screaming, trying to get through. Nausea hit you and the surroundings got blurry, maybe even a stampede could happen.

That was when a hand intertwined with yours, the other one snaking around your waist as walking became easier. You recognized that colonge, of course you did, as it was the one given by you to your boyfriend Nagumo.

There he was in his suit, always popping up whenever you needed him the most.

"You okay?" He asked with worry evident on his face, seeing you shook up and panicked made him feel scared for a second. He quickly gave you cool water, making you sit on the bench as he kissed your wrist lovingly.

"I feel okay, nothing too big." Goodness, it was so difficult to hide your true feelings right now, seeing Yoichi so serious was making you want to scream, jump, and kiss his face all over, but no (name) control yourself.

He easily picks you up, securing his arms around you as a small smirk appears on his face, seeing you so flustered.

"Ah gumi, this is so embarrassing!"

"You got to get used to this, my dear (name)."

Yall the night thoughts are pouring in. Just today watched nagumo's entry in the anime and I would have liked if he would have gotten a different Japanese VA as his voice is a bit annoying ngl, gonna check the english dub if aleks le does it good, this is my first offical sakamoto days fic!