I'm starting to get a migraine so take this (weakly throws this your way so pathetically it flutters through the air like a sheet of paper and lands right back at my feet)
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Laying curled up on Sylus's lap, pressing your face in the crook of his neck. The room is completely dark and quiet. There's nothing but the sound of slow, calm breaths. No music, no glowing screens, nothing else but the two of you in bed
The pain is still building. A growing crescendo between your eyes. Pressure that builds to a sharp agony. You still see the aura behind your eyelids. Abstract shapes and colors that obscure your vision. If you tried looking at his face right now, half of it would be missing. It's how you knew it was coming on in the first place
You feel bad for him. He's so still, unmoving, controlling his breathing to be as quiet and gentle as possible to the rise and fall of his chest doesn't disturb you. His hands rest at your waist, not even twitching from sitting still so long. Sylus is a man who always seems to be moving, action oriented and driven. He's always doing something. He shouldn't have to drive himself to bored monotony just to deal with you and your stupid migraine
"You can leave, if you want," you murmur, so softly he only makes out the words from the movement of your lips against his skin and the faint vibration of speech. "You don't have to stay."
He moves, just barely, just enough to turn his head and place a featherlight kiss to your forehead. "I want to stay," he whispers back
"You're bored..."
He bites back a laugh at the sound of your pout. "I'm never bored when I'm with you, sweetie," he promises, completely earnest and true. "Even like this. I can appreciate how you feel in my arms for a while."
You hum, though you don't fully believe him. He's going to be bored after enough time has passed, you know it. But the darkness and warmth surrounding you begin lulling you toward sleep. A yawn forces its way free. You snuggle a little closer against him. "Well, if you get bored, you can leave..." you murmur, words beginning to slur together. "Promise you'll leave if you get bored..."
He smiles to himself. "I promise. Get some rest now, kitten."
Sleep pulls you under quickly. And when you wake, several hours later, Sylus still hasn't moved
“does Nagumo have kinks and if so what are your favs for him 🎤”
So I was asked the above by Lao (@herringstrait)...
And I thought I'd just list off a few off the top of my head, but in the end I had enough for a full post lmaooo (and then some - I added more and it just got away from me orz)
Welp... here ya go!
Nagumo x gn!Reader (w/ a few femme-gendered parts as indicated by ♀)
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mic check one-two (takes in a deep breath)
Nagumo x Reader NSFW headcanons
I feel like Nagumo would prefer to be in control even when he "relinquishes" it lol he wants to show you who's boss (it's you - if you really want you can even make him cry and drool and beg for it) he'll (learn to) crave it 😏 like a special once in a while treat. Honestly, he convinces himself he needs control because that's secure & safe to him. When he gives you control, that's basically saying he feels super safe with you! And if that ain't the sexiest thing ever, I don't know what is.
I personally don't feel like he's got any extravagant kinks like rope play or whips or wax / pain play (he'll try everything once, and he'll do stuff that you like for you)
Now, that doesn't mean he won't go crazy if you wrap yourself up like a present with your/his favourite-coloured ribbon! Or - better yet - let him wrap you up!
Food play for sure tho. One of the smut fics I have drafted up for Valentine's Day involves chocolate in lieu of clothing lmao
Nagumo likes little challenges cuz he's childish like that - throw him a bone every once in a while. Dare him to keep the cuffs on no matter what (god knows he can break outta anything). Let him get creative in stripping you and he'll surprise you (hint: it involves teeth).
I do think he'd like it a lot if you call him "good boy" - he likes praise. Nagumo will for sure reciprocate.
I think he really likes jiggly parts lol so he'd get mesmerized and purposely slam harder and maybe slap it a bit just to see it wiggle lmao (also them slapping sounds mmmph)
Mirror sex
Orgasm control lol but not too crazy he's a soft guy (for the most part). Mostly, he's a sappy romantic and he wants to cum isshoni together with you, so he'll do his darndest to get you off at the same time. In reality, you could probably control him better than he thinks he can control you.
He can be a little possessive but it's not to possess rather than the feelings behind it. If you time it well and tell him you're "his" he could very much cum prematurely 🤣 (he just wants you to know you're his and he's yours okay???)
I also have a smut that I don't know when it'll be released but… it involves an annual hunting excursion in the wilderness lmao (where YOU are the prey - so yeah) [Lao mentioned the face he made while threatening Yotsumura so I HAD TO INCLUDE IT]
(hack-coughs)
(takes in another breath)
Nagumo would be amazing at role play (dude is a master of disguise) but at the end of the day all he wants is to be himself / vulnerable and with you 🥹
I shared this before where Nagumo keeps his eyes open for everything lmaooo his FOMO is bad. You have to get used to when you accidentally peek while he's kissing or you're trying to cover your O face - nope, he will pry those hands off your face or lean very forward - he wants to see it ALL with them big boba eyes.
Just like his eyes are made for eyeing, his fingers are made for fingering. You can act all cocky and crack a joke about how his knuckle tattoos will wear out so much faster at the rate he's going, but he'll just tell you, "worth getting them retouched if I get to touch you like this" as he nearly sends you to heaven (showing off the real reason he has his gold assassin license).
On that note, he's not afraid to probe (literally and figuratively) you, even while you're already stuffed. "Y-Yoichi, t-too much... I don't think that'll fff—" "Shh... don't worry, baby, you can take it all."
[♀] For my womb-sisters, I can see him pressing down on your lower abdomen while he's thrusting into you, feeling you from the outside-in (inside-out?), driving you crazy. Hit that g(uaranteed good time)-spot-on accuracy.
He knows how to use his tongue too. You might even prefer it because it means he'll shut up for once, but ultimately you love his silver tongue-in-cheek as much as you love his other appendages. I think he still prefers leaving his mouth free for kisses and cracking wise.
[♀] Bonus food play, he will kill two birds with one stone by taking in some sugar-free candy or mint beforehand to eat you out. We know how much he loves his sweets after all~ ;) plus the minty tingle would keep things quite literally fresh. (warning: don't mix actual sugar with the vajayjay — not worth it)
Look up BJ blast pop rocks and tell me that won't be the best way to get back at him.
He loves it when you tangle your fingers in his hair, hold him close while he ravishes you. He keeps his hair messy for a reason (wants you stuck for as long as possible).
[♀] Just like he has the bobas, if you have the boobas, he loves to motorboat tease them and rest his face between them (even outside of R18 times). There's something about how nipples perk up that he feels real satisfied about.
[♀] Holding onto them while he's hitting that spot? The peaks between his tattooed fingers and feeling the jiggly movement under his palms? That's one of the rare times he has difficulty concentrating on your face.
Aftercare
This can be pre-/post-/in between, but he likes to trace your hip or stomach or other part with his fingers. Maybe solve some math puzzles like a nerd (scenario included below).
He'll clean you up really well. Maybe too well. Don't take up his offer to clean you up in the shower or bath if you're short on time.
I can see him as the big spoon, or even little spoon. Best would be the pillow-talk position, where he just holds you right against him, face-to-face, eye-to-boobage.
Whatever position, just picture him holding you with his fingers interlocked.
He'll tangle his legs with yours and lock you tf in. Need to go to the bathroom? Best of luck. Dude is a clingy Cancer.
He might wax poetic, saying something cheesy like "we fit together like puzzle pieces" or "you're a problem I'm still trying to solve" - feel free to bonk him. Then you'll have some mandarin oranges to share!
Nuzzles & cuddles & kisses, oh my!
He'll fall asleep with his chin resting on your head, or nuzzled against your chest. (omg Memi @toyboxterror shared this art by ivy_rt_ w/ me which is perfect)
Extra for those familiar with cloud8.
re: hunter-prey play - you don’t particularly like nature, but you’ll do it just to outlast him as long as possible (you can be stupid competitive and it reminds you of JCC times) - plus maybe you like the adrenaline spike haha. He makes a convincing predator.
re: orgasm control / rare dom time - you will get some use out of your kill heels after all (psst don’t tell Tenju).
If you’re into consensual somno - the perk is that you don’t have to do anything PLUS it makes Nagumo feel trusted and desired and that gets him off. WIN-WIN & WINK-WONK.
Nagumo may hate his stuffy work wear, but you've convinced him the necktie is a must. To tug on, motioning him to come hither, pulling him into a kiss, he'll pin you down between his arms and deepen it. It becomes ceremony after a long day's work. (thank you Memi for reminding me!!!)
Extra (forgot I had this drafted in Oct - figured I'd include it here)
SakaDays headcanon: Nagumo “I solve Sudoku puzzles in my downtime” Yoichi does rapid mental math in his head and most likely even uses his fingers (wink-wonk).
shared in the ch1 end notes of c o n t r a i l s (Nagumo x F!Reader ***nsfw smut*** fic). [tumblr post link if you wanted to like + reblog]
Probably traces Sudoku on your bare skin, too.
The nerd.
Here's a smol scenario of a time when you first noticed:
(You and Nagumo are snuggled up)
Nagumo: (hand lingering on your hip, he starts tracing patterns on your skin)
You: Are you playing tic-tac-toe or something?
Nagumo: Hm? Nope.
You: (after a few more movements, realizing) Seriously? Sudoku?
Nagumo: Yeah, well, I left the book in my other coat, but may as well continue where I left off~
You: Wow. Is that where your mind immediately goes? Lucky me.
Nagumo: (slowly moves mathematical ministrations towards your core, purring) Feeling lucky now~?
The sheets were cool against your exposed skin. Softly, almost reverently, his nailed fingers unconsciously carded through your hair as if it were the melted gold he so desperately sought after. As you looked up, you could see the drool covering his olive cheek, clearly in a deep sleep.
With a soft touch, you gently traced the soft curve of his jaw, slowly coaxing him awake. "Mams.. C'mon, wake up," you whispered, chuckling lowly when he groaned, one blue-yellow eye slitting open, immediately looking down at you. You, beautiful you. His.
"Ng.. Whassap, treasure?.." He grumbled, his voice a low, subterranean like rumble in his chest, drowning with exhaustion from his nap as he finally reached up to brush his spit away, not caring as you saw him like this. His white, pearlescent hair fell over his eyes as he groaned again, this time in annoyance at being woke up. "Baabeee.."
"Sorry, Mams.." You immediately mumble back the apology, leaning up to press a peck to the corner of his now, luckily, dry mouth, his hand tightening on your waist, feeling over the exposed skin there. "Sorry, don't know why I woke you up.."
"No, no, never, you're," He started, yawning widely, his teeth glinting in the dim light of your room, before he dove back down, his arms wrapping tightly around your entire body, his face pressed into the junction between your shoulder and neck as if you were the only thing tethering him to reality. You may be. "You're golden, don't be sorry.."
You get: CONGRATULATIONS you have unlocked the BONUS shalka video!! aka the clip that made me go absolutely insane
(send me “trick or treat” and I’ll give you a semi-random screenshot/gif/video I’ve taken of classic who! it may not be halloween anymore but I certainly won’t stop you)
CONTENT WARNING: kissing, alcohol, suggestive behavior. no sex but it’s some pretty aggressive making out
ddvau fanfic 😋😋
It had been a long week. Scar sits on his balcony and Jellie floats onto his lap.
“Hey girl.” He pets her absentmindedly. He’s all caught up in the mess of emotions about Grian, trying to figure out how he felt about him, and processing Halloween. Even though that was several weeks ago, he’s still contemplating it. I hope Grian’s okay now… That was a lot for him. I- His thoughts are interrupted by a buzz from his phone.
Cleo: Hey Scar! hangin at Lizzie and Joel’s cafe tonight with some of the others, wanna join us?
Scar thinks about it for a moment. It would be good for him to be around people, and he hasn’t hung out with most of them since the last time they went to the cafe.
Scar: Sure, I’ll be there in 10.
Jellie hops off his lap and floats over to Scar’s bed. She kneads the blankets for a moment before settling down and promptly dozing off. Scar smiled. He grabs a dark blue sweater and puts down his cane, instead sitting down in his wheelchair.
Once he gets there, Cleo and Bdubs greet him.
“Nice to see you Scar,” Cleo says with a smile. “The only people here so far are us, Tango, and Grian.” Scar widens his eyes a little. He’s been hoping to avoid Grian for a bit, because Grian being around would stress him out. Cleo doesn’t notice his change of expression, but Bdubs does.
“You good?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. Just tired, that’s all.” Scar smiles unconvincingly. “Where are they? Let’s go say hi!” He rolls away quickly before Bdubs could question him further.
Grian and Tango are chatting at a table, and they both wave at Scar when he comes in. He waves back, but feels himself blushing, so he goes over to Joel.
“Well hello there!” Joel grins.
Scar laughs. “You’re a bold one, General Kenobi! How’s it going?”
“I’m good, so is Liz, we’ve missed seeing you!”
Scar smiles sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry I’ve been so busy.”
“It’s okay, I know things have been tough recently.” Joel nods understandingly.
Wait what? Does he know…? “W-what do you mean?”
Joel cocks his head, confused. “Like… finals week? A lot of grading papers?”
“Oh! Right. Yeah.” Scar breathes a sigh of relief. Don’t overthink it. “Well I’m gonna go say hi to whoever just arrived!” Joel waves goodbye to him. Scar rolls away, towards the tables, but Grian stops him.
“Hi Scar!” Grian blushes slightly. Scar doesn’t notice, because he’s too worried about not blushing himself.
“H-hi! How’s finals week going?” Aghhh why did I say THAT?
“Uh- fine, not too much worse than usual! I-“ Grian is cut off by Pearl slamming into him at top speed. Scar laughs.
“I’m gonna leave you to deal with her because it looks like you’ve got your hands full. I’ll see you Monday!” Scar leaves quickly, and heads outside to catch his breath. ohmygodohmygodohmygod that was so dumb why did I say any of that?? It’s fine! It’s fine. Ughhh but now he definitely thinks I’m boring! No he doesn’t, it’s fine. He shakes his head and takes a deep breath, then heads back inside. He catches a glimpse of Grian across the room and his face flushes. NO. Scar rolls over to Lizzie.
“Hey Lizzie, you got anything stronger than coffee?” She looks at him with a concerned gaze.
“Yeah… everything okay?” He pauses for a moment, slightly surprised by her inquiry.
“Y-yeah. I’m fine.” He smiles. She nods, and with a swish of her tail she trots over to the drinks.
Slightly tipsy, Scar again sees Grian across the room. Fuck this. He orders another drink every time he sees Grian, trying to push the feelings down. Several drinks later, he saunters over to Grian, almost rolling over his feet.
“hHeEeey G howzitgoim?” Scar slurs.
“WHOAH SCAR! Are you okay??”
“Neever bewtterr whqydoiyouask?” Scar says with face in his hand.
“Guys, I think Scar needs to go home.” Grian says worriedly. Tango, Jimmy, and Joel peer over with concern.
“Yearheits soakay i lll drIiiVvee myshwelfhomee.” Scar mumbles.
Grian’s eyes widen. “No you absolutely will not!! Um- I-i’ll drive you!” He blushes. WHY DID I JUST OFFER THAT???
Scar isn’t really paying attention but says “mhmokay thahtszfine.”
Grian gets in the drivers seat of his car after putting Scar’s chair in the back. Scar reaches out and pats his face once he sits down.
“Yourewreqllay pretwty youkniwow??” Grian blushes aggressively and gently moves Scar’s hand away.
“Yikes. You really are wasted. Let’s get you home.”
“Nowoo sreriously yorewreakly pretwty!” Scar mumbles. Grian turns his face away, trying not to let it show how flustered he is by this.
A few minutes go by of driving, and Scar faintly mumbling things that are sort of words but also sort of not, and Grian realizes something.
“Uh… Scar? I just realized I don’t know where you live…” Grian says with a bit of panic in his voice.
“itssbfine whyatdtimeiswit?” Scar says, sitting up more, and looking over at Grian.
“Uh… It’s almost 1? But what do you want me to do?”
“Howoelyshit man. Umhm icanalsleepat yourwiwplace.” Scar slumps over to his left, his hair brushing Grian’s arm. Grian is slightly taken aback for a moment. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him swear before… that was a weird experience. And then Grian realizes what Scar has just said. OHMYGOD. HE’S GONNA COME SLEEP AT MY HOUSE. OH MY GOD. His face turns bright red and his heart immediately starts racing.
“O-OKAY. UH. I live pretty close to here.” Grian says, trying not to freak out.
“cooloolbeanz man” Scar smiles.
As they pull up to Grian’s house, the clock hits 1:00 AM. Grian turns the car off, and gets out to grab Scar’s chair. He takes it out and wheels it to the passenger side. Scar tries to open the door and promptly falls out of the car. Grian swoops in and catches him just in time. Scar blinks several times, and looks up at Grian. They both blush, and look away. Scar gets in his wheelchair, seeming ever so slightly more sober than before.
Grian coughs awkwardly. “Um. Uh. Let’s go in?” Scar nods and Grian opens the door for him. They both take off their shoes and Grian hangs up his jacket. He pauses and turns around.
“Um. Did you need something else to wear? That doesn’t look very comfortable to sleep in.” Grian asks.
“Oh. uhmits okay i dontwqnana bother you.” Scar says.
“No, no it’s fine!! Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Grian hurries to his room and grabs a big, soft sweater and a pair of his favorite sweatpants. He brings them back to Scar and hands them to him.
They stare at each other for a few moments before Grian says “Oh the bathroom is over that way.” Scar nods and Grian sits down, totally in shock. His face goes bright red as Scar leaves, because he’s conjured up an image of Scar getting dressed, which is the last thing he needs to think about right now.
He shakes his head and stands back up to grab a cup of water and some blankets. Scar comes back with his hair down while Grian is setting up a bed area on the pullout couch. Scar clears his throat and Grian nearly jumps out of his skin.
“JESUS CHRIST SCAR-“ Grian sits down to catch his breath. Scar giggles, which makes Grian blush, which makes Scar blush. Grian hands Scar the cup of water with his face turned away, because he knows if he looks at Scar, his face will only get more red.
“Thanks Grian. Sorry about this.” Scar says, no longer slurring his speech nearly as much, but still noticeably drunk.
“No you’re fine! I was just worried about you. Um… I got some pillows and blankets for you. I don’t know if you’re like… back to
normal yet? But when you were SUPER out of it you said it’s okay to come here because I don’t know your address. Hope that’s okay still.” Grian blushes.
Scar nods. “Oh yeah no that’s totally okay.”
“Um… let me know if you need anything?”
“Uh. Yeah. Thanks.”
Grian starts to walk away as Scar moves over to the couch.
“Uh- hey G?” Scar calls out.
Grian pauses and turns around. “Yeah.”
“N-never mind actually!”
Grian walks back over. “What was it?”
Scar’s face turns red almost instantly. “UHM. NOTHING. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.” He takes a long drink of his water to avoid eye contact.
Grian walks a bit closer, noticing Scar blush. “Scar… why are you blushing?” Grian’s heart is racing.
“BLUSHING? IM NOT BLUSHING!! YOURE BLUSHING! W-WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT BLUSHING??” Scar exclaimed very unconvincingly, his voice notably squeakier.
Grian got even closer, sitting down next to Scar. Scar nervously looked over at Grian and set his cup down.
“Why are YOU blushing??” Scar squeaked. This only makes Grian blush more.
Grian pauses for a moment. Holy shit. I mean there’s not really a better time to do this than now. I have to just go for it. AGHHHH but it’s so hard to seem chill when my heart is going a million miles an hour!!
Grian scoots only centimeters closer, but it’s enough to make Scar go a shade of red that neither of them knew existed before. “I don’t know, you tell me? I think we’re both blushing for the same reason…” Grian winked. Scar tried to say something, but it didn’t end up actually being a word, and he just sort of made a noise like *EUQSK*.
Grian leaned in. Scar was sweating so much he was practically melting. OH MY GOD I’M AT GRIAN’S HOUSE AND WE’RE INCHES APART ON HIS COUCH. WHAT DOES HE MEAN BY THAT??? HE CANT POSSIBLY MEAN HE… IM SUCH AN IDIOT OF COURSE THATS WHAT HE MEANS!!! AHHHH WHAT DO I DOOOO- Grian interrupted Scar’s racing thoughts by taking Scar’s face in his hands and kissing him.
Grian pulled away, looking panicked. He moved all the way to the end of the couch and stared at Scar. “I’m so sorry I don’t know why I did that I should have asked that was so dumb I’m so sorry that was completely unprofessional-“
“NO THATS OKAY- Um- I U-uhhhhh!” Scar reached up and touched his face where Grian’s hands had been. FUCKKK HOW DO I SAY I WANT TO DO IT AGAIN. Scar shakes his head aggressively and promptly leans over, wrapping his arms around Grian’s torso and kissing him again. They break apart, gasping for air.
“Scar we can’t be doing this!! We’re coworkers!!”
“Grian, I don’t care at this point.” Scar kisses him again, and they’re straight up making out at this point.
Grian breaks away again, “You know what, me neither,” He gasps. They roll over on the pullout couch. There is then a loud BA-DING!! And they both reflexively scramble to opposite ends of the couch.
Out of breath, Grian says, “Oh, sorry. That’s the group chat. Wait… WHAT THE HELL. LOOK AT THIS.”
Lizzie: G, is Scar okay?
Bdubs: 10 dollars they’re making out right now
Jim: oh 100%
Scar stares at the texts incredulously. “WHAT. Oh wait they’re right.” He facepalms and laughs. He flops over and looks up at Grian with a woozy grin, delirious from the alcohol and how late at night it is. Scar reaches up and runs his thumb over Grian’s lips.
“Scar… in the car you... *ahem* called me pretty.” Grian blushes faintly
“Did I? Well clearly I meant it hehe” Scar moves his hand toward Grian’s, and intertwines their fingers.
