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Yall hear me out A fic where reader and chigiri have been friends since they were kids, growing up very close together. Except, reader and chigiri looks very opposite. As you know chigiri has longer hair and has more feminine features, but reader looks more masculine and has short hair. Charming most of the girls instead.

should i write something like this? 🤔

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Love at First Sight (According to Nagumo, Anyway) Part 6

The days after that disastrous dinner blurred together into a suffocating haze of anxiety and disbelief. One moment, you seethed with anger, the next, fear gripped you like an iron vice, followed by an exhausting parade of emotions—resentment, unease, frustration. You couldn’t shake the uncanny sensation of being watched, of Nagumo’s smirk lurking at the edges of your vision even in your solitude. Even strangers' faces seemed to twist into that same knowing grin, their eyes glinting with an unspoken secret, as if they, too, knew something you didn't. You felt hunted, like prey caught in the unrelenting gaze of a predator, and no amount of rationalizing could quiet the dread curling in your gut.

The gifts started before you even stepped into your office as boss.

At first, they seemed innocent—small, almost thoughtful. A bouquet of your favorite flowers, their scent sweet but suffocating, left on your desk the morning after your promotion was announced. A bottle of imported sake with a handwritten note: To celebrate your well-earned success, my love. - N.

Then, it escalated. Quickly.

An expensive silk scarf in your favorite color. Jewelry too extravagant for casual wear. A designer dress that fit too well, as if he had taken your exact measurements. Every item a silent declaration, an invisible chain tightening around your throat. Your coworkers whispered, some envious, others amused. Some assumed you had a wealthy admirer; others speculated about a secret affair with the company owner. None of them knew the truth.

Nagumo was watching. And he was making it clear you belonged to him.

It became too much.

You called in sick, claiming a stomach bug, knowing full well it sounded more reasonable than admitting you were being stalked by a deranged man.

Working from home provided little relief. He still found ways to reach you. Delivery drivers knocked on your door every few hours, dropping off food from high-end restaurants, medications, even scented candles and plush blankets. When you stopped answering, the deliveries didn’t stop. They simply piled up outside your door, an ever-growing monument to his persistence.

Then, Aoi arrived.

She stood at your door, arms full of bags, her ever-cheerful smile not dimmed in the slightest by your obvious discomfort. Behind her, little Hana peeked around her legs, clutching a tiny first aid kit with both hands, all sweetness and light.

“You weren’t answering, so Nagumo asked me to bring this to you personally! He was so worried. Sakamoto had to pin him down before he did something dramatic… but oh, look at you! Poor thing, working so hard even when you’re sick.”

You hesitated, your grip tightening on the edge of the door. “I… I’m fine, really. You didn’t have to—”

“Oh, it’s no trouble!” she chirped, stepping inside before you could stop her. “Besides, Nagumo worries about you a lot.”

Your stomach twisted. “He shouldn’t.”

Aoi giggled, completely unbothered. “He can’t help it. He’s a little strange, I know, but he’s really sweet in his own way. He just wants to make you happy.”

You swallowed hard, watching her set the food on your table as if she belonged there. “Why?”

“Because he loves you,” she said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I just brought some medicine and side dishes so you don’t have to worry while you recuperate.”

You let out a dry laugh. “I’m not sick. The only thing I need to recuperate from is having a creepy assassin follow me around like a lovesick puppy. Did you know he’s an assassin?”

Aoi sighed, casting a glance at Hana. “Hana, sweetheart, go play while Auntie and I talk.”

Auntie. The word made you bristle.

Hana brightened. “Yay! Does this mean Uncle Nagumo is gonna stop moping? He ruins my princess tea parties.”

“We’ll see, Hana.” Aoi ushered her toward the low table before turning back to you. “Now, as for your question… yes, I know.”

Your stomach dropped. “And you think that’s normal?”

Aoi’s expression softened. “Love is never normal or logical.” She exhaled, voice tinged with nostalgia. “Sakamoto was an assassin too, you know. He gave it up for me. Left everything behind so we could have a normal life—no more killing, no more running. Just us, our shop, our daughter. He chose me over everything else.”

You blinked, stunned by her sincerity.

“I won’t lie,” she admitted. “At first, it was terrifying. Knowing what he was, what he’d done. But over time, I realized he wasn’t just an assassin. He was Sakamoto. The man who loved me, who would do anything to keep me safe, to make me happy.” Her smile turned wistful. “Nagumo… he’s different, but he cares about you in his own way. He just wants to make you happy.”

You didn’t answer.

“Why don’t I put these away and we can talk more?” Aoi suggested, ever the picture of warmth and patience.

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The walls of your apartment felt smaller, suffocating. Despite the stacked dishes, the neatly packed meals Aoi had brought , you needed to get out. Have some normalcy at least.

Desperate for fresh air, for something normal, you decided to slip out for a quick errand. A simple meal, some solitude, a chance to breathe without feeling like someone was looming over your shoulder. A solo restaurant sounded ideal—less chance of being followed, less risk of running into him. Even if he did which he probably was going to do he could bother you at the restaurant. Hell, you might even have some sake while you were there, the sparkling kind that you had that time. If you had enough of it you might be in a better position to slap some sense into Nagumo once he sprung out from wherever he was hiding.

You quickened your pace, heart hammering. The restaurant was only a block away but you were determined to get off the street before the black haired assassin sprung out like some goddam jack in the box. A quiet meal, a moment of peace, and then you’d return home, lock the door, and deal with the tattooed assassin tomorrow if you could. Just one normal evening. Just—

A rough hand clamped over your mouth.

You barely had time to react before you were yanked into an alleyway, the dim streetlights vanishing behind the looming figures that surrounded you.

Panic flared in your chest.

You struggled, twisting, kicking, but there were too many. Hands gripped your arms, pinning you against the cold brick wall. A knife glinted under the flickering light.

“Well, well,” a voice sneered. “Looks like we found ourselves a little lost lamb. Our client will be very happy.”

Terror clawed up your throat.

You opened your mouth to scream—

I rewrite this a billion times. Trying to get this right....how did I do???

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. a.shin x reader .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. he laid his eyes on you the first time you stepped into the shop and you were a different kind of beauty .

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~0.8k .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. eesome — (adj.) pleasing to the eye. written to be fluff, kinda plantonic though. f!reader. crack. written in 3rd pov. spoiler - free. safe for minors! crappy writing ( when was the last time I wrote? ). edited.

　BEAUTIFUL. That was the only thought that crossed Asakura Shin's mind as soon as a beautiful girl set a foot into the store, Sakamoto's store, the self-proclaimed no. 1 safest shop in Japan. It was kinda true though with the legendary, ex-hitman Sakamoto Taro working here, assisted by Asakura Shin himself, it must be the safest shop. Well but come back to the present.

His black eyes followed her figure, unfortunately not being able to catch a glimpse of her face and yet he could already tell that she was a different kind of beauty. She wore an old-fashioned white dress, matching her big white hat made out of sinamay that covered her face while she gracefully carried herself in those cinderella high heels through the whole shop.

Shin would bet that she could probably afford other luxuries in those expensive, extravagant shops, so why was she here? Nonetheless he won't judge. After all, here is a pretty customer. As much as he wanted to ask for her number, he didn't dare to be near her, only waiting behind the counter while gripping onto the wooden table with his sweaty hands. God. He wants to read her mind, but he also didn't want to read her mind.

What if she thinks he's ugly? What if she was thinking bad about him in general? No, no. He will not hear those thoughts voluntarily.

"Excuse me?"

Not wasting a second, Shin immediately lifted his head and parted his lips to answer. "W— hi." he stuttered and greeted her with an easy-going hi as if they were good friends. Not once did Shin feel more embarrassed than right now. Oh god. The heck? He shuts his eyes for a second to calm himself down before opening his eyes again. What was your expression? How he would've loved to finally see her face.

"How can I help you?"

"Oh umm... I'm here to pay for my things, but I assumed you spaced out." her voice was smooth.

But he didn't have much time to think about that fact as his gaze sank down to the counter. Right. "S-Sorry..." he apologized, beet red because of the downright embarrassment while taking the scanner into one hand and the other grabbed the items. The silence was loud. His mind was racing with multiple thoughts while he silently hoped to see her face, wishing that she would lift her head anytime soon before she leaves the shop.

And somehow, god heard his prayers. The woman looked up the next moment, the shadow of her hat covered the upper part of her face. His black eyes met stoic, [e/c] ones. Wow. 'Beautiful.' was his thought—the thought he quietly whispered under his breath. And as soon as he realized that he said it out loud, he quickly looked down to your items again, his face red again, too shy to meet your gaze again.

"T-That makes 3.550¥ in dollar!" Shin said.

The sound of bills and coins being placed on the small silver tray and the rustling of the plastic bag being taken into hands echoed in his ears. "...Thank you for your purchase! Please visit us again." it's a line he says everyday, yet somehow it felt heavier than usual to let those daily words out of his mouth today. Shin didn't dare to meet her gaze again, leaving his head down as he waited for her to leave the shop.

'Cute.' ah, seems like he couldn't help himself but peek into her mind to get a taste of her thoughts. Short after hearing her thoughts, he looked up with slightly widened eyes. Did she just call him cute? "Could you please ring this up too?" she asked and placed a cat keychain on the counter, getting out her purse again. Lost in thoughts, he stood there for a while and stared at the woman. Well, he was staring for too long now.

　BEEP !

"Huh?!" Shin blinked rapidly and watched how she scanned the item herself. "W-What are you doing, ma'am?!"

"I helped myself..." she placed the money on the small silver tray again before she pointed the scanner at him and—

　BEEP !

"Ring yourself up too." he cannot take her serious even though her face showed him plain plainness, the keychain already attached to her keys. "You look like this keychain."

"EHHH?!"

'SHE THINKS I'M CUTE?'

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

a/n — shin is such a cutie <33

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as atsumu’s proud and beloved girlfriend, you posted a photo of him warming up for one of his first msby games. in the photo, he’s looking real sassy while side-eyeing the opposite team’s setter, so you put the caption “watch out, he’s first up to serve… SERVE CUNT! pop off, babe!!”

his pr management hates both of you.

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SHIN ASAKURA YOU WILL HAVE A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART!!!!!

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There are so many smut fanfics about Nagi here, it's interesting because this guy seems too lazy to even jerk off./j

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Me after chapter 201 (What took you)

So, about Ando. (And his contradictions) huh.

We start of with the most important thing, Sakamoto telling Ikari that she's a creep. (Thank you Taro, she really is. ) Before Shin picks up Andos weapon to threaten him.

It's clear that the stress of the whole situation is just getting to much to bottle up finally. He sneaked on the cruise to find him, in hope to reconcile with him. He's been on his own for FOUR YEARS, looking for information about Ando. Mind you, since he was only 9. He's barely even a teenager with 13 right here. He probably slept on the streets, and who knows what he had to deal with. He's skinny and probably doesn't get to eat regularly. Same for his eyebags, he probably can't find a safe spot often enough. (Not to forget the insane sensory overload he must feel compared to the underground lab. And I don't just mean his ESP with that.)

He's angry. His hopes for connection got crushed with his own father trying to kill him (multiple times). He's scared because at this moment he's probably convinced he will forever be alone. He's tired and probably hungry. He's overwhelmed so he points the gun at Ando.

Now Taro is trying to stop him, but mostly because he still wants to avoid the bomb going off. (Or so it seems at least) The fact that Ando has to die is less of a question for Taro, he's still his target. It's just a question of when and by who I think. He, already, doesn't want Shin to kill someone in anger. And although we can't see his thoughts here, he probably also doesn't want Shin to be the one to kill Ando specifically.

Now. Important is also that Shin only actually shot because Ikari scared him.

He says himself, he didn't mean to. He really just wanted to force an apology out of Ando. And as a child, that grew up on his own around violence, the threat of violence was probably the most obvious answer to do so. And yet, he didn't actually want to shot. He's a child, he's scared. And because he's scared, he physically jolted when Ikari started shouting and pressed the trigger. It's all inhis eyes. He didn't expect the bullet to come out. He didn't want to do this.

Now. Well. Ando. We have a short insight in Andos mind. While Ikari is trying to attack Shin, before he jumps between them to save Shin.

He's thinking about spending 13 years to escape the JAA, all because he saved Shin as Al Kamaar as a baby, only for Shin to show up with a hitman and mess it all up. And it very much sounds like he still resents Shin for it. He even thinks that he shoul've let him die as a baby. (In the official manga plus translation. In another translation he evn thinks about killing Shin as a baby.) And well, he then saves Shin, only getting injured even more.

And this is all just contradicting itself. Andos words and thoughts and actions. He talks about saving Shin as a baby, but who put him in Al Kamaar in the first place? He saves him, but who tried to kill him a few minutes ago? Who let Shin be thrown overboard a few chapters ago? (And it's very likely that Ando did that in order for Shin to have a chance of survival, somehow.)

One moment he resents Shin, in the next his parental instincts seem to show through after all. (And has Ando figured out that Shin can read minds? He seems to be Intentionally thinking those words here. This could support the theory that Shins powers are actually born, andAsakuras potion just triggered them accidentally.)

All in all, I'm pretty sure that Ando might be mentally unstable. (I mean, who isn't in Sakamoto Days. And at one point Ando mentions being soft in the head, which is probably just a throw away line. But who knows.) His mind can't settle between an urge to protect and resent Shin. It was probably a moment of clarity, that made Ando drop Shin of at Asakuras lab. And even though they already didn't seam to have seen each other for a long time at that point, he seemed to know that Asakura would take care of Shin/protect him. Even when Asakura would complain about it. (He also talks about "What would Asakura think about this?" when Shin is pointing the gun at him. Which makes Shin angry. This seems to be directed at Shin, but it might as well be directed at himself. Because what would his old friend think about him trying to kill the child he left in hi ssafety all those years ago? Surely nothing good.)

Shin is rightfully upset about all of this, curling up in himself. Because Ando couldn't even say those words about Shin having grown so much out loud. Now. Taro reminds us though that there's still a bomb on the ship, that will explode the moment Ando dies. (Is it like linked to his heartbeat? What.) Telling Shin to keep him alive long enough for him to find and dissarm the bomb.

When Shin says he's going with him to help, because the engine bay is to big, Taro actually tells Shin to stay back and use the remaining time he got left with his dad. Which... well. In the end Taro seems to understand that Ando is still important to Shin in some way. It's an absolutely messy situation in so many ways. Also because, again, the only reason they meet was because it was Taros job to kill Ando. But he wants Shin to be able to at least say goodbye to Ando. (Something Taro couldn't when Rion died.) But Ando also knows that Taro probably won't be able to find the bomb, which would mean Shins death as well if the ship explodes. So, seemingly set on wanting Shin to live in the end he decides to tell Shin the bombs location. And to go with him, while he will hang on until he gets back.

Which he probably won't. I think he just doesn't want Shin to see the moment he dies. Not to forget that Taro would protect Shin if the bomb goes off after all. In the end, his parental instincts are trying to protect Shin. Both physically, and mentally. Even if it's way to late for that.

Well. I'm definitely crying. This is all a huge mess. Taro, please get your newly adopted son to therapy instead of teaching him how to be an assasin.

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MY BABY

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on my bottom bitch bullshit or whatever but being akao rion’s girl would fix me actually

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Part 5 🗣️🗣️🗣️

You want more???? Well, if you insist...

Love at First Sight (According to Nagumo, Anyway) Part Five

You barely had time to react. One moment, you were standing there, trying to process the horrifying revelation that Nagumo had somehow orchestrated your boss’s downfall, and the next—

Warm fingers wrapped around yours, pulling you along beside him. His hand was impossibly large and shockingly warm, an unexpected comfort that would’ve been reassuring if it weren’t attached to someone as strange and dangerous as him. An assassin, of all things.

Nagumo held your hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world, as if he had done it a thousand times before. And before you could jerk away, he was already walking, gently but relentlessly tugging you along. To anyone else, it would have looked like a couple on a casual evening stroll, perhaps heading to their favorite eatery or to the place of their first date.

“Come on, my love,” he purred, his voice rich with amusement. “We have a date to enjoy.”

“No, we don’t,” you snapped, digging your heels in, but even with all your body weight, he simply pulled you along, like you were nothing.

Nagumo didn’t even slow down.

“Oh, but we do,” he said, glancing back at you with that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. “You agreed, remember?”

Your eye twitched. “I was tricked into agreeing.”

“Semantics.”

He didn’t let go, nor did he stop smiling.

You twisted your arm, trying to slip free, but Nagumo’s grip was like steel wrapped in silk—unyielding but deceptively soft. It wasn’t painful, not even close, but it was final. "Stop that, you’ll hurt yourself. And as much as I would like to play doctor, I’d much prefer to do so in another capacity.”

He wasn’t letting you go.

Your heart hammered in your chest.

“Let me go,” you tried again, voice low, warning.

Nagumo sighed dramatically. “Why must you resist happiness, my love? It’s just dinner.” He paused, then tilted his head. “Well, dinner and some light assassination talk, but mostly dinner.”

You stared at him, incredulous. “I knew you were crazy. I knew I should have given up caffeine. My mother was right—It is bad for my health.”

“And yet,” he said, smug as ever, “we are still here... must be fate.”

The worst part? You were still here.

And with every step, the escape route back to Sakamoto’s store was getting further and further away.

Nagumo led you down the quiet streets, weaving through the dimly lit alleys like he belonged there. He probably did.

Finally, he stopped in front of a small, hole-in-the-wall noodle shop, its faded red curtain swaying gently in the evening breeze. Warm light spilled out onto the street, and the rich scent of broth and spices curled in the air. Your stomach betrayed you with a loud growl.

Nagumo grinned. “See? Even your body agrees with me.”

You scowled, but your resistance was starting to waver. You could always run after dinner, right?

With a resigned sigh, you allowed him to pull you inside.

The shop was quiet, tucked away from the busy streets. The restaurant was small, empty, with no hope of calling for help from other patrons. The solitary chef behind the counter greeted Nagumo by name and gestured toward a booth at the back of the shop. The smell of freshly cooked broth hung in the air, making your stomach churn—not with fear, but hunger.

Nagumo guided you to a corner booth, finally releasing your hand as you slid into the seat across from him.

The moment you were free, you considered bolting.

Nagumo must have noticed, because he propped his chin on his palm, watching you with that lazy, amused smirk. “Sit tight, my love. I promise I didn’t kill anyone. Plus, the food is amazing. You like soba, right? They have ramen too, with hand-pulled noodles.”

You froze mid-movement. “Excuse me?”

Nagumo chuckled. “That’s what’s been bothering you, isn’t it? You think I killed him after he quit.” He leaned forward, eyes gleaming with mischief. “I didn’t. I simply… convinced him that leaving was in his best interest. Not that he wouldn’t deserve it, such a disgusting man. Should we get pudding too? Treat ourselves, it is a celebration of course.”

You stared at him, your pulse hammering in your ears. “How?”

Nagumo hummed, tapping his fingers against the table. “How, dessert? Or how did I give your old boss the old push?’’ he smiled across at you. ‘’Oh, you know. A little whisper here, a little well-timed accident there. Nothing too dramatic.” He smiled wickedly. “He got the message.”

The blood drained from your face.

Nagumo tilted his head, eyes sparkling. “You should be thanking me. I cleared the way for your promotion, didn’t I? He was awful to you. Lucky for him, I would’ve much rather put an ice pick through his eye socket, but Aoi frowned on that idea.”

You were going to be sick. "Aoi?"

"Sakamoto’s wife. She gave me lots of great advice. She's lovely, you should go out shopping with her sometime. We could even go on a double date.”

“You’re insane,” you whispered, barely able to comprehend it.

Nagumo grinned, delighted by your horror. “And you’re adorable when you’re horrified.”

You wanted to scream.

Your fingers clenched under the table, nails biting into your palm. Your pulse was erratic, your mind screamed at you to do something, anything, to get away.

That’s when you saw it.

The tattoo.

A swirl of ink peeked out from beneath the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt, intricate and sharp, curling along the skin of his wrist. You didn’t recognize the full design, but something about it screamed danger. People had tattoos these days, but the thick black lines, the sharp design—it screamed Yakuza more than it did a rebellious teenager trying to piss off their parents.

It was the final confirmation.

Nagumo wasn’t just some overconfident flirt with questionable morals. He was an assassin.

A real one.

Your breath came faster. Your mind raced. Your fingers inched toward the wooden chopsticks resting beside your bowl. Not a weapon, but sharp enough to give you enough time to escape.

Nagumo was still smirking, still watching you, completely unguarded.

This was your chance.

Your hand shot forward.

In an instant, Nagumo moved.

Before you could even register what had happened, your wrist was caught—flipped effortlessly, twisted just enough to disarm you. The chopsticks clattered uselessly against the table.

You barely had time to gasp before Nagumo’s other hand reached out, cupping your chin with unnerving gentleness.

His grin was gone.

For the first time, he actually looked serious.

And then—

He laughed.

“Oh, my love,” he breathed, eyes practically glowing. “You are perfect.”

You stared at him, stunned, your wrist still trapped in his hold.

Nagumo exhaled, shaking his head with something that disturbingly resembled fondness. “I knew you’d be perfect, but this?” He chuckled. “Trying to stab me in the middle of our date? How did I get so lucky? Beautiful.” He purred, pressing a soft kiss to your wrist.

Your entire body locked up.

He—

What—

“Let me go,” you forced out, but it came out weaker than you wanted.

Nagumo hummed thoughtfully, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist. Then, slowly, he released you.

But not before dragging his thumb lightly across your pulse point.

A deliberate, lazy touch.

Your skin burned where he had touched it.

“You really are something else,” he mused, sitting back like nothing had happened. “I knew you were the one for me.”

You yanked your hand back, your breath uneven. “You’re delusional.”

Nagumo just smiled, resting his chin in his palm. “No, I’m in love with the most perfect woman in the world... Now, let me order for you. I’ve always wanted to do that.” He beamed at you, his eyes scanning the menu with intense focus. “I promise you won’t regret it. I am, after all, the best husband. Let’s get some sake to share. They have a sparkling one you’ll love.” He giggled.

And despite everything, a small, twisted part of you—a sick part of you—thought he looked very handsome the way he smiled so determinedly at the menu, so happy. 

What the hell were you going to do?

I rewrote this three times in the last two days.... I hope I got it right. I am not sure if I am going to do the next chapter focusing on the Reader or Nagumo or both so please stay tuned. Maybe some interaction with the other characters :P

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when im showing him my manga/figurine collection and he doesnt immediately fall in love with me:

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lowkey scared of relationships especially bc i still havent had my first boyfriend

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There was no glowup from 2020, im still the same weird anime kid

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Appetite

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Lol :3 This is my first fic ahahahaha! I got inspired by STIM'S song Appetite and it got me thinking this fits Y/N x Nagumo :D! Sorry if this is cringe I took a break from my webtoon to write a cringe fanfic cuz I have an obsession Lol ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )ᕗ!

Read my webtoon btw :D- Also yes! I drew the image above haha- That girl is you :>! So this is a Nagumo x fem! reader ^^!

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"February 14." you groan at your planner's calendar. The dreaded day smacked you like a .950 JDJ bullet.

Valentine's Day.

You absolutely hated Valentine's Day, not because of the overpriced merchandise, the repetitive taste of chocolate, or the couples actively committing PDA out in broad daylight. No, the reason you hated Valentine's Day is because of-

"N-Nagumo senpai! I-I made these chocolates for you... P-p-Please accept them!" Your train of thought was interrupted by a blushing female JCC student handing a pink heart-shaped box to the only man who could irritate you enough to drink your own lab-made poison.

Usually, you'd be happy for someone building up the courage to hand their crush a box of chocolates. But of all the students in JCC why him? your question was quickly answered by a few female students whispering amongst themselves.

'He's so charming!'

'I can't wait to give him my chocolates at lunch!'

What's so charming about him exactly? if anything, he's just an annoying rat scurrying around the halls of JCC brothering your peace with his pranks and that shit-eating grin that made you want to shoot yourself.

"Take a picture it'll last longer~" You immediately snapped out of your thoughts, realizing you've been staring at the source of your irritation, who is shooting his signature grin at you.

"Tch. Shut up." You walked past the tall male assassin and made a beeline to your locker. To your dismay, Nagumo followed you and leaned on the wall of lockers next to you.

"Could this be the year you finally give chocolates to me~? Don't be nervous!" Nagumo chirped moving his face closer.

Rolling your eyes at his sentence you flick his forehead causing him to pout. "Don't get too cocky. Besides you said you don't take chocolates from students in the poison department." You raise your eyebrow at the grinning assassin and close your locker.

"Well, you were formerly in the assassination department! And even if you weren't you're an exception~!" Nagumo winks at you and starts opening his locker.

"I'll kill you"

"no, you won't~ Admit it you lov-" As Nagumo was about to finish his sentence, a bombardment of different colour boxes fell out of his locker.

"looks like you don't need any more chocolates. I'll get you a cart." You sigh and walk off.

"Thanks..!"

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After helping Nagumo fill a cart with the many colour boxes that you assume to be filled with various chocolates, You both start walking to class when a voice catches both of your attention.

"Nagumo-Kun~!" A girl called out running towards him "I made you these! Please accept them!"

You watch as Nagumo charms the female JCC student with his smile and sugar-coated words. You take out a small book and start reading but you can't focus as you wonder 'What is Nagumo's type?'

You always knew Nagumo was very popular with the female JCC students. But you couldn't help but be curious about the question lingering in your brain. Surely one girl had to have gotten his attention after all these years in the JCC.

"whatcha reading~?" You snap out of your trace and turn only to see Nagumo peeking from your shoulder. Your faces are too close for comfort.

"Too close idiot. " you lightly push him away in an attempt to hide your flushed face.

"you know you could have gone first~ This means you really do love me!" Nagumo exclaims with that shit-eating grin you've always 'hated'.

"Oh okay." you quickly walk off leaving Nagumo alone in the halls

"Y/N Wait!" Nagumo protested pushing his cart trying to catch up to you, causing your lips to curl up into a small smile.

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The day had gone by faster than you expected, and lunch quickly came around the corner. You make your way to the cafeteria still thinking about that question dancing around in your brain.

As you were thinking an arm wrapped around you, causing you to immediately throw a punch at the figure behind you. Your fist was caught by a female JCC student whose appearance was composed of bright Yellow eyes and turquoise hair.

"Woah Y/N! Is this how you greet your roommate??" Akao smiled at you

"Sorry, Akao... " You sighed catching your breath, she let go of your fist and put a cigar in her mouth.

"Mmmm, I'll forgive you... if you have a light!" Akao smirked. You grabbed a lighter from your bag. She leans down as you light her cigar. "you're forgiven!" Akao chuckles

"So what's got you off guard? It's scary that you're losing focus! I heard your footsteps and you're usually as quiet as a mouse... Don't tell me you lost your touch!" Akao rests her head on your shoulder.

"No.. just curious about something" You mumbled, Akao raised her eyebrow at you "bout what?"

"What's.... Nagumos type..?" You asked

Silence...

Akao burst out laughing "PFFT! Is that what you're on about?"

"I'm serious. He's been leading girls on; if he has a type, it'll be easier for everyone! plus I'm curious..." You defended and looked away. It's true that you but deep down inside you know that it wasn't just your curiosity.

"That's easy he likes....... " Akao paused "Actually yeah... has he ever told us...? Not that we would care though..."

"Exactly.. If he just told people his type then the line for giving him chocolates at lunch would be much smaller wouldn't it?"

"Yeah... it is annoying when multiple girls come to deliver chocolates to him... Honestly! Where are my chocolates??" Akao pouts

"I can give you some!" you chirped giving Akao a totally innocent smile.

"And be poisoned? No thanks! Reminder Y/N you're the top student in that department!" Akao snickers walking off with you following her

"I'll make sure you have a 50% chance of surviving! Honest!" You smirked.

"Sorry babes! Hard Pass!"

You both made your way to the lunchroom grabbing a JCC bowl before heading to a table where Nagumo and Sakamoto were eating. Sakamoto looks up and greets the both of you with a simple nod.

"YO! Eating without us? Rude!" Akao groans and takes her seat across from Sakamoto, you take a seat next to her which to your dismay is across from Nagumo.

"Can't believe you left me all alone in the hallway! " Nagumo sighs acting butt hurt. You didn't have to look at his face to know he was giving you puppy dog eyes.

"You caught up with me immediately. Besides you said I could leave. So I left a rat that was holding me back from getting to class." You fired back as you opened a small notebook pretending to read whatever was on that page.

"Ouch! My heart just shattered!" Nagumo clutches his chest pretending to be butt hurt. Sakamoto rolled his eyes while Akao laughed at Nagumo's 'misery'.

"uhm~! E-excuse me..."

Akao's laughter died down noticing a girl holding a red heart-shaped box close to her chest. Akao leans closer to you and whispered

'here we go again.'

You sigh in response and look up to see the same scene every year

"N-Nagumo- Kun! I made these chocolates for you a-and only you!" The girl blurted out

You watch the scene playing in front of you, the same repetitive shit that happens each year. A confession from a random JCC student and Nagumo acting appreciative. As you were about to flip the page of your notebook you remembered the question that had been lingering above your head. Waiting for the girl to leave, you turn to Akao who's picking at her food bowl. You stare intensely at Akao catching her attention.

"hm?"

You tilted your head gesturing at Nagumo who was looking at the chocolates he was just given.

"OH! Right! Yo Nagumo! " Akao calls out causing Nagumo to stop staring at the chocolates he's been given.

"What grade did you get for the Assassins in History test?" Akao smiled, you immediately shoot her a glare causing her to laugh.

Nagumo and Sakamoto both stared at you both confused

"PFFT! Alright alright..." Akao says catching her breath

You let out an audible sigh and continue to focus on your notes.

"Y/N wants to ask you something!" Akao chirps pointing at you, causing you to jolt. Your head immediately turns to Akao who is avoiding your intense stare. again.

"Be careful with what you eat Akao." you mumble, Sakamoto raises his eyebrow while Nagumo just smiles at you. You scowl at him and sigh, you swear you were going to kill Akao after this.

"Don't take this the wrong way... But... what's your type..?" You ask avoiding eye contact.

Sakamoto just stares blankly at you while Akao tries to hold in her laughter, you glance at Nagumo who just blinks at you.

"Mmm.... I dunno!" Nagumo gives you his trademark grin. You were taken aback by his response, no teasing? Jokes? usually, he would laugh it off and tease you till you rip your ears out.

"So much for peaceful lunches then..." Akao sighs popping a cigar in her mouth. "Also Y/N was thinking about this question really hard that it made her lose focu-"

You throw a syringe at Akao, who immediately dodges it, the amount of force you throw the syringe causes it to make a punch size hole in the cafeteria

"Like I said Akao... Watch what you eat for the next few weeks." You give your roommate a cracked smile.

"Finally! something interesting! Come at me!" Akao proudly exclaims getting into a fighting stance.

"I've been meaning to try out a few of my new experiments on willing test subjects." You shot back, a smirk falls on your lips as you pulled out another syringe fill with what could only be a poison tester.

Both you and Akao lunge at each other throwing punches, kicks which chasing each other around the cafeteria.

Sakamoto and Nagumo watch as both you and Akao spar.

"My Type"

Sakamoto turns to Nagumo clearly confused by his friend's statement.

"Y/N... is My type" Nagumo hums as he puts the heart-shaped box in his cart. Still smiling as his eyes focus on you, following you across the room as you continue to fight with Akao.

"She could eat you alive Nagumo. I hope you have an appetite." Sakamoto sighs finishing whats left of his lunch.

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The next day Nagumo approaches you

"So Y/N! What's your type~?" Nagumo flashes his signature grin while leaning against your locker.

"Well. For starters. a guy blocking me from my locker is a real turn-off."

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Sakamoto Days

[ngumoos]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ let you lock me down tonight !!

ᝰ.ᐟ high off of ending the soccer season with a world cup win secured, your newlywed husband showers you in all the attention he couldn’t give you when he was too busy being the world’s best striker. ( fem!reader )

pairing yoichi isagi x reader word count 2.7k content contains HEAVY breeding kink, creampie, marathon sex, wet 'n messy <3, yoichi's crazy stamina lol, marital bliss!!!!, you two are newlyweds and so in love it's kinda sick!!! kinktober masterlist

“Ah — fuck, ‘Ichi! Right there, right there!” You can’t help but let out high-pitched moans as you tangle your fingers into the white satin sheets of your bed. Your new bed, you realize, the sweet thought momentarily cutting through your haze of pleasure. Your new bed that you’ll be sharing with your husband.

Yoichi Isagi, your loving, doting husband — so loving, so doting, that the minute the two of you are finally alone, he wasted absolutely no time in ravishing you. His eagerness is endearing, and you’re dizzy with pleasure and glee and bliss. It’s your wedding night; the two of you are supposed to hop on the plane in just two days’ time to go on your honeymoon, but clearly Isagi wants to keep tradition alive by consummating the marriage right away. Not that you’re complaining. When he licks a stripe against your folds before sucking on your clit, you realize you have no room for any complaints. 

The only issue is that Isagi is the absolute worst when it comes to taking off your clothes. His excitement gets the best of him, and it’s cute to watch him fumble with the straps and buttons and knots of your outfits, but you had to get your bridesmaids to help you into this dress. You should’ve known Isagi’s greatest obstacle tonight would be your wedding dress. 

Rather than fiddle with your dress, though, Isagi manages to make himself at home between your thighs, eating away at your pussy. You wish you could grab his hair, to touch and feel your husband and show your appreciation, but it’s hard when he’s buried under the skirt of your dress. He couldn’t even be bothered to lift your dress out of the way; like in most situations when he has his laser-focus set on one goal, his tunnel vision only allows him to see the route with the highest success rate. Why bother with messing your clothes when he can just dive in? 

Isagi swears that you have the prettiest pussy in the world. He mumbles this praise but you can’t hear him over the lewd sounds of him lapping at your cunt, trying to savor all your juices onto his tongue. You feel your thighs clench up, almost smothering his head, and he has to dig his fingers into the plush of your thighs to hold you down. You still try to buck your hips up, trying to get more sweet relief for your cunt, and Isagi only complies, each swirl of his tongue feeling like a declaration of his love for you. 

When you feel the familiar tight knot inside of you about to unravel, Isagi gives one final lick before pulling back, removing himself from underneath your dress. You let out a whine at your ruined orgasm, and all he does is cheekily look up at you. He’s wearing that same lopsided grin of his, the one that suckered you in, and the lower half of his face is glistening with your juices and his spit. His cheeks are tinted pink, probably from the heat of his movements and the fact that he was basically suffocated by your thighs, your pussy, and the massive skirt of your wedding dress. He doesn’t look too upset about this; actually, he looks even more energetic than ever.

He wipes his face off with the back of his hand, just like he does when he’s sweating on the field. 

“Yoichi,” You whine, complaining about how he didn’t let you cum. He sits up, still smiling. 

“We have all night, baby. The first time you cum as my wife should be on my cock, right?” He shouldn’t sound cheerful when he says this, but the fact that Yoichi Isagi is as whipped for you as you are for him sends a fresh wave of arousal to wash over you. 

Isagi makes quick work of his belt, sliding it off before tossing it to the floor of the bedroom. He doesn’t bother taking off his clothes; he just pulls down his suit pants and briefs all in one go, just enough to free his cock. Thick, with the head red and leaking with pre, you can’t help but think that maybe Isagi had a point. Your first orgasm of the night should be on his cock.

He reaches a hand to go up your dress once more, and you can’t help but squirm and let out a squeal as his thick fingers brush against your folds, gathering up the slick before prodding at your entrance. His touch is teasing and fleeting, and right when he lets the tips of his fingers enter slowly into your aching hole, he removes them. With the same hand that was just toying with your pussy, he pumps his cock slowly. You watch, mesmerized at the sight of his hands dragging up and down his fat cock, your juices coating his length before he smears some of his own precum alongside it. 

“You remembered what we talked about, sweetheart?” 

How could you forget? It’s all you two could ever talk about, really. Yoichi Isagi and you both want to start a family, as soon as possible. 

And it’s like you’ve said before, when Isagi is focused on a goal, he always chooses the best path for success. 

You nod, biting down on your lower lip as you continue to watch him stroke himself. “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you tonight. You don’t need to do anythin’ but take all of my cum, okay? Can you do that for me, baby?” 

It’s hard to think when he’s bunching up the fabric of your dress, pushing it out of the way before tapping the head of his cock against your soaking slit. Drops of his precum smear against your cunt, and you moan at the contact, at the intense heat of his cock and cum even though you haven’t even received a taste of his true power yet. 

“Can you feel it, honey? Feel how hard my cock is for you?” He groans as he teases the both of you, guiding the tip of his dick to just barely entering your hole, before he pulls out. There’s a feral look to Isagi that you’ve seen many times before, but it’s still enough to get you even wetter, to get you excited, to let you know that Isagi will stop at nothing until he feels like he’s accomplished his goal. His eyes are focused on the way your needy hole is just clenching at nothing, practically begging for his cock, begging for his cum, begging for his baby.

“Yes.” You whine out, blinking out tears from your eyes. “Wan’ your cock so bad, ‘Ichi. Want your baby.” 

He has you teary-eyed in a wedding dress, begging to be bred. Just last month, Yoichi Isagi was being carried on the shoulders of his teammates after he scored the goal that won them the World Cup. That feeling of accomplishment, of pure joy, doesn’t compare to how he feels right now. Right now, staring down at you, the woman he loves, Yoichi Isagi feels on top of the fucking world. 

You let out high-pitched moans as he slowly sheathes himself into the welcoming warmth of your cunt. Your pussy greedily swallows up his length, walls clenching down on his thick cock. His hands curl around your waist, the thick fabric of your dress doing nothing to protect you from the strength of Isagi’s grip, especially as he grits his teeth and tries to give you time to adjust to the burning stretch of your pussy trying to accommodate his size. 

“Too big, ‘Ichi. Ah — you’re too big!” 

He leans down to kiss you on the forehead, fighting the urge to start thrusting into you immediately. Your mind is telling you that he’s too much for you to handle, but your greedy pussy is telling him something else entirely. With the way your walls are clamping down on him, you want him to fuck you ‘til you milk out all his cum. 

“Relax, sweetheart. You always say this, remember?” He rubs comforting circles on your hips, slowly drawing back before thrusting back in. “But I know that you love it. My good girl likes the pain of taking my cock, doesn’t she?” His experimental thrusts are getting rougher and quicker, but he’s right. You like the feeling of pain bleeding into pleasure. 

He buries his cock deep inside of you, pounding away at your pussy. All you can do is lay there and take it, a long string of never-ending moans leaving your mouth as Isagi has his way with you. You feel your back arch, your walls twitching and pulsing, and right when you’re about to cum, Isagi’s quick to use his thumb to rub rough circles against your click, using your juices as the perfect lubricant. Fuck — you’re so wet and tight for him that it’s a wonder he hasn’t blown his load yet. 

You’re cumming. You can’t even warn Isagi that you’re cumming, but your subconscious knows that Isagi knows. He’s the best when it comes to reading you, and it’s no coincidence that he started toying with your clit the second he caught on to your oncoming climax. He wanted you overwhelmed with pleasure, and he delivered. 

Not even giving you time to come down from your high, Isagi continues to fuck you through your orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He growls, hips stuttering as you tighten up around him. “Feel so fuckin’ good, atta girl, baby. Shit, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. I’m gonna cum in your pussy, and you’re gonna keep it all in, gonna carry my fuckin’ kid.” He’s rambling, losing himself to lust and the intense desire to breed. 

He leans down, his cheeks flushed and your own face warm. Everything about you is warm — no, hot. Your face, your chest, the heat between your legs. You’re practically on fire, burning with desire, and so is your husband. Isagi leans down to plant a kiss against your lips, and you let him. Nothing is sweeter, you decide, than being kissed by your husband while he jackhammers his cock into you, promising to get you pregnant. 

The kiss is messy and rough; he’s swallowing up your spit, and the two of you are basically sharing saliva. There’s a mess between the both of your thighs as well; your inner thighs and cunt are wet and sticky. His cock is coated in your cream, the fabric of his suit pants wet with your juices, and there’s an obscene squelching sound as he continues to thrust into your sloppy cunt. Isagi adds to the mess when he buries himself as deep as he can go, letting out a groan into your mouth as hot cum splatters inside of you. It takes several seconds for the stream of his cum to stop pouring into you, and your walls are still twitching, still oversensitive from the pounding it just took. 

He doesn’t remove himself from you. Instead, he hovers over you, careful not to smother you with his weight as he pants slightly, strands of his black hair sticking to his forehead due to his sweat. 

“You okay, baby?” 

You give a weak nod, and he only grins. 

The two of you stay like this, sloppy and connected, for a few minutes before you look up at him. He’s been staring at you with heart eyes this whole entire time.

“Do you think it worked?” You asked him, somehow too shy to look down at where the two of you are connected. You’re sure it’s a mess. You can feel a mix of your cum and his seeping out of your cunt, getting the sheets dirty. 

“Well, I do have a great direct shot.” He jokes. “I probably aimed right at—”

“You’re lucky you’re so cute!” You interrupt him, trying to sound like you’re scolding him but he makes you laugh too hard. He laughs with you, peppering kisses all over your face while you giggle. He’s so in love with you, he can’t stop smiling, and neither can you. 

“But…” The gentleness in his expression wavers as something darker, something more determined flashes over him. “We should make sure it takes. Let’s go another round.” Throughout this entire time of you cockwarming him, you realize that Isagi never quite softened. “For good measure.” 

By good measure, Isagi means he has to fuck you from the back this time. Something about how it’ll help him reach even deeper. To prove his point, he takes your hand and guides it to your belly; his larger hand engulfs your own, forcing it to remain where he places it. “You feel that?” He asks you, and you do — you can feel the bulge of his dick reaching deep inside of you every time he thrusts, and it’s so insane, it makes you cum all over his cock. “That’s the fuckin’ cock that’s gonna get you pregnant.” 

The second round isn’t enough to satiate Isagi. He’s kind enough to suggest that the two of you take a bath, to get cleaned up, but that’s a fucking joke. While he waits for the water to heat up, he places you on the marble counters of the bathroom, spreads your legs, and wolf whistles when he sees your hole clenching, struggling to keep the flood of his cum contained. He takes his fingers and scoops it up before shoving it all back inside of you, which leads to him fucking you with his fingers. Your juices are all over the counter by the time he’s done with you, and your legs feel so weak, he has to carry you to the tub. His original suggestion of “getting clean” is thrown out the window when you ride him, the water spilling over and getting all over the floor, but the two of you are too fucking horny and deep in your pleasured states to care. He loves watching your wanton facial expressions as your oversensitive pussy screams for both relief and more pleasure, more of his cum. He finishes inside, holding down on your hips and making you sit still as he gives you his cum. 

The two of you fuck like bunnies for the rest of the night. Your poor pussy is overflowing with his cum by the time he’s taking a breather, and your skin has indents of his fingers. It’s gotten to the point where he doesn’t even need to stimulate your clit to get you to cum for him; he called you his good girl, the best wife in the world, when you came from just penetration alone. You don’t think your cunt will ever forget the hot feeling of his cum coating every centimeter of your walls. 

You’re laying on the messed up sheets, completely bare and sweaty. Isagi returns with a towel wet with cool water and a glass of water with an electrolyte blend mixed in. You’re still so sensitive that the friction of the cotton towel brushing against your pussy has you twitching, and Isagi shushes you as you whine. He wipes up the mess between your legs, blushing as he admires the fact that there’s so much to clean up. There’s something primal and possessive inside of him that goads him to continue to do this, to fuck you more, to “mark his territory,” so to speak. 

“Sit up, baby. You need to drink some water.” He helps you up, holding you steady as he brings the glass to your parched lips. You greedily drink the entire thing, and Isagi coos that you’re amazing. You smile at the praise, before laying right back down on the bed. This time, he joins you, holding you close to his chest. 

“I’m so happy you’re my wife.” He says, rubbing circles against the small of your back. “You’re the best girl in the world. I’m going to spoil the fuck out of you once we go on our honeymoon.” 

You giggle at that. “You’ll have to carry me everywhere.” You tell him. “After tonight, I don’t think my legs work anymore.” 

He kisses the top of your head. “I’d carry you everywhere for the rest of our lives.” 

Which is a sweet sentiment, until he continues.

“Because I’m not stopping at just tonight. You’ve got one more round in you ‘til the morning, right, baby?” 

Right.