#Narumi x black reader

[rintarosluvr]

Help me out!! Got a fic idea kinda like outer banks but more with slice of life

[fairy-writes]

hii !! can u do a gen narumi x reader where they fall asleep while he's gaming? that's all, thank u very much !! 🐈‍⬛

SPENDING TIME

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Kaiju No. 8

Pairing(s): Narumi Gen x Reader

Word Count: 0.7k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Video Gaming, Fluff, 

Notes: Hello, my little black cat anon! I hope you like your request! Sorry it’s a bit short!

I STILL REFUSE TO POST GIFS OF NARUMI

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“You should go to bed.” Gen’s voice wakes you up from your doze and you jerk up into a proper sitting position. You had fallen asleep, hunched awkwardly against the corner of the couch. Your neck ached something fierce, and your right leg tingled as the muscles woke up.

You let out a yawn and leaned over on the other side, your head nestling against Gen’s shoulder as he pressed the buttons of his BS5 controller. He was playing some first-person shooter game. You didn’t care to remember which one it was. He played so many games at this point that it was impossible to keep track, even though you did try. 

“I wasn’t asleep.” You say sleepily, and he glances at you from the corner of his eye and raises an eyebrow. You huff, “Fine… I was dozing.” You mumble, and now he just cackles out an ugly laugh. So much so that he snorted in his amusement. 

“You were snoring.” He teases, and you sit up straight,

“Was not!” You cry indignantly. Gen just sticks his tongue out at you and turns back to his game. 

It wasn’t often that he actually played video games on the couch of his apartment. Typically, gaming was reserved for his handheld devices in meetings or in his office under his futon. When he was home, he usually played in the bedroom while you worked on your own work. 

“Seriously though, you should head to bed. I’m not sleeping until I beat this level.” He says as he continues to snipe his opponents on screen with one hand and the other shovel junk food into his mouth. 

“I like watching you play.” You say as you settle back into his side. He doesn’t move, as sturdy as a stone wall despite his relaxed appearance. 

“Bullshit.” He says offhandedly as he makes it to a checkpoint and sits back in the couch as the television screen loads. His arm stretches across the back of the sofa and around your shoulders as you lean your head on his arm. You roll your eyes, though he can’t see it. 

“Fine. I don’t really like watching you play. I just like spending time with you.” You say, and he sits forward again as the game starts back up. 

You sit with him until you fall asleep. 

You wake up not knowing where you are and not knowing what time it is. 

It only takes a moment for you to realize you’re in bed and that it’s a little after four in the morning. 

Wait… Bed? 

You kick off the covers and sit up, looking around you as you realize that you are indeed in bed. Your phone is on its charger, and your water bottle is filled with ice water on your bedside table. Both of which you don’t remember doing before falling asleep. 

Speaking of which… What were you doing before you fell asleep? 

The sound of gunshots coming from your living room helps you remember. 

Gen… He was gaming, wasn’t he? Why wasn’t he in bed yet? 

You wrap your robe around your body and pad out into the front room, where Gen is still pressing away at his controller.

“Gen?” You mumble, and he just grunts, clearly engrossed in his game to really realize that it’s you behind him. You approach the couch, and as the screen celebrates with a loud “VICTORY,” Gen leans back. He tilts his head back to look up at you with dark bags under his eyes, and you comb a finger through his mussed locks. He must’ve gotten frustrated if he was tugging on his hair again. 

“Come to bed, love.” You whisper, leaning down to peck between his eyebrows where there’s a slight scrunch. The skin smooths, and he sighs, exiting to the main menu and tossing the controller aside before powering down the TV. 

“I beat the boss anyway.” He grumbled, allowing you to take his hand and lead him back to your bedroom. You shed your robe and slip back under the covers as he kicks off his socks and does the same. 

Gen tugs you back against his chest. You’re already getting hot. Gen always was your personal space heater. But you can’t bring yourself to care as you slowly overheat. 

After all, you said you liked spending time with him.

[matramancer]

If I Were Stronger. [Narumi Gen x Mitsuri! Reader]🌸

🌸Synopsis: What if Mitsuri! reader was there during the fight with Isao Shinomiya?

Part of the Mitsuri! reader series

tags: angst with comfort, MANGA SPOILERS (ch 51), character death, narumi x reader, fem!reader, Mitsuri!reader, reader and Narumi are kikoru’s mentors, kikoru and reader are close, hopeful ending.

It’s quiet in the First Division base.

On a solemn morning, the flags of the base are lowered. Everyone stands in formation, giving a final salute to the loss of a legend.

Standing up front, Narumi Gen holds himself strong in front of his troops, his back so far away. Despite the respect he earned, the high praises,  the honor of dying in the battlefield, no one can deny that the death of General Shinomiya was a tragedy.

A few steps behind him were the other platoon leaders, and for a moment, time had stopped. No rowdy battle cries, no arguments. Not even the bounce from their resident bright ball of sunshine.

it’s quiet. It’s unlike you.

As your eyes drift to Gen’s backside, the black fabric feels like an abyss peering into your memories. The scar from that day that you shared with him. Fresh wounds that you tried not to show. 

You were there when it happened, after all.

“GENERAL SHINOMIYA IS ENGAGING WITH KAIJU NO. 9! ALL UNITS, STAY ON HIGH ALERT!”

As you stopped to turn to your right, you could hear the clash of weapons, as well as the sound of falling debris and rubble. Was that them?

“Platoon leader (L/N) speaking. I’m near the main site and approaching!”

It was a race against time, one where you prayed that you could make it. Narumi and Kaiju No. 8 were speeding ahead too, surely, with the four of you against #9, you could stop him.

You didn’t even register the long run it took from your area to where General Shinomiya was. Not even the pain from the multiple wounds you sported. All you remembered was rubble flying everywhere, and racing to Kurusu’s front as soon as you spotted him.

“Kurusu-san!” Kurusu coughs from breathing out the dust from the rubble you sliced into pieces. 

“Platoon leader (L/N!)” He exclaims in disbelief, still holding onto his laptop whilst you provide cover. As you tried to study the situation, more and more rubble threatened to hit Kurusu. The general was standing strong, his number’s weapon holding against #9. “Please don’t worry about me–provide cover to the chief!” Kurusu stated, before getting interrupted by Isao himself.

“(L/N)!!” Stunned at General Shinomiya’s booming voice, you and Kurusu turn towards him. “Evacuate Kurusu!”

“BUT SIR–”

“AT ONCE!” at General Shinomiya’s orders, you immediately change your stance, picking Kurusu up.

“YES SIR!” Without a moment’s hesitation, you hastily jump away with Kurusu, not knowing what the general had in plan. You hoped he had a plan at all. You could still move, you were strong. You had to do something.

Kurusu’s words brought your attention back to him. “High energy levels–is he planning to use No. 2’s blast?!” Gasping as you let him down at a clearing, the two of you immediately fell to your knees at the sheer amount of pressure suddenly forming from the spot where Isao stood. So that was why…

You nearly flinch at the gunshot from the ceremony, the sound bringing you back to the present. Narumi’s back was still in front of you, only showing a part of his side profile.

It must’ve been so heavy on him. You knew, even from how stoic he was with everyone, that Narumi meant a lot to him. That General Shinomiya also meant so much to Narumi. That their bond, though unspoken, was strong. 

And now he’s gone. He was taken from him right in front of his eyes.

But it wasn’t just Narumi that had a mentor taken away from him.

The ceremony ends, and you excuse yourself as soon as you find the chance. 

A girl lost her father.

“GENERAL SHINOMIYA!”

Your mind drifts back to the battlefield, towards the seconds where you returned to General Shinomiya.

It’s eerily silent. You hated it.

“General Shinomiya! Do you copy?!” You breathed through your mask, twirling your sword through the air to get rid of the dust obstructing your vision. 

The news from Kurusu shocked you to the bone. Two shots. Kaiju No. 2’s main burst twice in a row. General Shinomiya…

Your heart rate quickens. You had to support him fast. There’s no way his body could last. Please, please don’t let this happen again. The Defense Force can’t lose another leader. Especially not its director.

Memories of your late platoon leader flash through your mind, but you blink them away. Now’s not the time.

In the distance, you could see Narumi and #8, finally arriving on the scene. With your combined manpower, you could at least make sure that the general had time to recover.

Your feet ached as you caught your breath once more, now back in the building. You don’t know why or how your body took you here, but there you stood, hands on the lavish wooden doors, hearing the silent sobs of Kikoru Shinomiya.

Heart clenching, your knuckles turned white as you tried to calm your breathing, feeling your throat clamp up. You felt anger, felt grief. But that’s not what matters right now. You had to be there for her.

“Kikoru-chan,” at the sound of your voice and the creak of the door opening, her sniffles paused. You set aside any formalities, nevertheless how the both of you were technically trespassing. You were probably going to get an earful from your superiors too, with a member of your platoon skipping such an important event, indulging AND partaking in breaching what counted as private quarters. But that didn’t matter. Kikoru wasn’t your star student right now, she was just a girl.

You made your way closer to her, letting your stern demeanor falter as you stood in front of her.

“It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone. It’s okay to cry, Kikoru-chan.” You hushed her, slowly bringing your hands towards her.

When she started to sob again, you took her in your arms, sinking onto the floor as her body shook. 

You hated the quiet. You hated this.

You hated how #9 disgraced Shinomiya Isao’s image in front of his own daughter.

The door creaks open again. This time, a heavier set of footsteps made their way to the late general’s desk. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

Perhaps Narumi and you were on much more similar wavelengths than you thought, because he at least disregarded how lax your behavior was as a platoon leader. 

“You sure you didn’t want to see him off?”

The three of you shared a strange yet not unwelcome sense of acknowledgement and understanding in that room.

A shared wound that could only be understood by those who were truly there.

The horror you felt when #8 screamed the news to Narumi rang through your body like a bomb.

As you approached rapidly to the sight of what you thought was the general, you saw him turn around.

“GENERAL SHINOMIYA!” You cried out, mustering all of the power in your legs to reach him. 

It wasn’t enough.

“THAT ISN’T THE CHIEF!”

You failed your role. Failed to be that barrier between what you sought to protect. 

Kurusu and the others watch in horror through the feeds as the desecrated face of what used to be Isao turned, as if to mock him.

It was horrifying.

Letting out a gasp, you barely registered the giant blast he sent towards the three of you.

As the rubble cleared, you stood aside Captain Narumi and Kaiju no. 8, still in disbelief.

Hearing him speak about how he killed the general made your blood boil, your knuckles turning white.

But it broke your heart to see Kikoru just behind him after.

Clenching your fist, you and Narumi sprang forward in full offense.

“How dare you.” You swore, in a silent whisper that had never left your body before. As you twisted your body and launched yourself upward, you put your full force into slicing several of #9’s limbs, giving Narumi an opening.

But just as Narumi swore with his entire being that he would destroy #9 in Shinomiya’s place, #9 stopped the fight, throwing a casual remark about how he was going to “call it a day.”

Narumi has never lost his composure, and he doesn’t plan to. But he would not stand for such blasphemy–nor would he ever let #9 get away from him alive.

As he launched his attack, you followed suite with #8 into the fray, bearing your sword like a whip. 

“LETS RAIN HELL ON HIM! #8! (L/N)!”

“SQUADRON STYLE BAYONET TECHNIQUE NUMBER ONE!”

“SECOND FORM: LOVE PANGS!”

 Yet no matter how many hits you got in, no matter how many times Narumi charges at him, no matter how strong #8’s hits was, the three of you were still being pushed back.

You prayed again, prayed that through some high power, no matter what it takes, that you’d be able to end this right now.

“!!!” Your eyes widened as a shot from #9 misses you and hurdles itself towards Kikoru instead.

Without thinking, you immediately move to defend her, taking the brunt force of the hit with your machine gun. “NO!” You yelled. You can’t afford to lose her either. 

Kikoru stares at you with wide eyes, as you steady your balance and change stances to use your other weapon.

Breathing heavily, you let out a cry as you shot at #9 relentlessly, acting as suppressing fire for Narumi and #8.  

It was always in your nature to protect. And you couldn’t afford to fail with Kikoru as you did her father.

Her suit had probably overheated, she was out of commission. The least you could do was–

You let out a string of coughs, a metallic taste in your lips.

Suit overheat. Suit overheat. Cooldown required.

“(L/N)-SAN!” Kikoru screamed, distressed at the data reading of your suit. She cursed over how she was frozen to her spot.

“I still have some fight left in me!” You put your arm in front of her. Kikoru was a bright girl, with a bright future ahead of her. The more you could spare her now, the better.

You were about to put away your gun to slow down your overheating, but just as you did, the sight of one of #9’s attacks slipping between Narumi and #8’s defenses entered both you and Kikoru’s field of vision.

Your eyes widened, feeling the burn of your body as you forced yourself to move.

“KAFKA!” You yelled, taking the hit for him.

You knew Kaiju no. 8–No, Kafka was special, not just to the Defense Force, but to those that cared for him. He was loved. By Kikoru, by the 3rd Division. You had the utmost pleasure of bonding with him from the start of his stay in the 1st Division. You were one of the first to accept him.

And you couldn’t bear to see Kikoru hurt even more.

Narumi’s eyes widened as red splotched your suit, your machine gun wrecked by #9’s burst.

He knew that with your caring personality, you’d always take the choice to wedge yourself to be that layer of protection. He hated that about you sometimes, but especially this time.

But there was no time to worry, you wouldn’t allow it. “RESUME ATTACK, CAPTAIN AND NO. 8!” You choked out, barely nailing your landing. The attack burned through your machine gun and messed you up good. 

As you scramble to get on your feet, your legs caved in, making you unceremoniously thud to the ground. Now you’ve really done it. “I messed up…”

Narumi swears he saw red. He’d never say it out loud, but the grip he had on his bayonet was so hard, he swung, uncaring if his nerves could snap in half.

You could hear the sound of fighting continue just a dozen meters ahead of you, but your vision was going black. You felt something warm running down your forehead and covering your eye. Your ears were ringing.

As strong as The Love Pillar is known to be, she was still a human.

You could barely even hear from your comms now. Was that still Kurusu talking? “REROUTING (L/N)’S SUIT TO FULL HEALING! PREPARE PARAMEDICS!”

No, you can still fight. For your place in the Defense Force. For your oath to protect, for the 1st division that welcomed you so warmly. For Captain Narumi. For Mr. Shinomiya.

And humans always had an exploitable weakness. 

Suddenly, the air stiffens just as your hearing returns to hear Kaiju no. 9. “Ah, I should have done this from the beginning.” 

“What…” You and Kikoru’s eyes widened at the sudden incoming blasts moving towards the both of you.

You stiffen up as your instincts tell you to fight back. To draw your machine gun or to jump out of the way. To protect Kikoru. 

…But you couldn’t feel your legs.

“BASTARD!” in a haze, you only hear Narumi’s yell from a distance, still trying frozen in place.

The last thing you saw was his back in a protective stance, shielding you from the blast.

And the body of Isao Shinomiya flying to the sky, waging war to all of humanity.

It hurts to think, it hurts to remember. It hurts to see the people you care about skewered by guilt and sadness.

It hurt you the most when Narumi sat on the stretcher next to you, hunched over whilst gripping his head in his hands when he thought no one was looking.

You were unknowingly clenching onto the fabric of Kikoru’s uniform too, you realize, as you hear her talk to Narumi. How she wouldn’t even let herself grief.

At the sound of that, Narumi declares something.

“I’ll make you the strongest after me.” You and Kikoru look up in surprise. “I’ll drill what mr. Isao drilled into me to you.” 

As Kikoru’s tears ran, so did her newfound determination. The fight isn’t over. It’s just begun. She swears to it, as you and Narumi bear witness.

“(L/N).” He turns to you, causing your body to stiffen. “I’m entrusting this duty to you. Direct orders,” you straighten, getting back on your feet.

You’ve never seen Narumi like this before.

“Sir.” you fix your appearance, trying your best to look stern. You were never really good at it.

“Get stronger.” You bit the inside of your cheek at his words. It wasn’t just an order, it was a statement. “Train Shinomiya. Be at each other’s side,”

“Show me results.”

***

It’s very awkward to have to take an elevator ride with Captain Narumi after that whole ordeal.

You didn’t even know where to look. For once, no conversations flowed through your mind.

“This is bad!!! This is very bad!!!” You internally panicked. Never mind the constant headaches and large amount of medical treatment you still needed to undergo, you were fretting over what he would say to you as a platoon leader trespassing and enabling a rule breaking cadet! “I can’t look him in the eye!”

“Um…” You broke the silence, yet Narumi made no effort to look in your direction. “Captain.”

You bit your lip. What were you to even say? Yes, you and Narumi were close, but this atmosphere… the weight of the world was on him. Could you even be there for him?

But you remember how hard this was for him. How much of a front he’s handling right now. So, you merely soften your voice, to sound as respectful as possible. Then, you bow. “I’m terribly sorry for your loss, sir.”

Narumi still doesn’t move. Not like there’s anywhere to go.

You wonder if you’ve overstepped any boundaries. He was still your captain, even if you sort of had a strange bond with him. Maybe not as strange as what he has with Vice Captain Hoshina, but still. He was a friend.

“Thank you, (L/n).” Your shoulders immediately relaxed, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“I’ll follow your orders to the end. I’ll get stronger, Narumi-kun–” you hold your tongue. “Ahem, Captain Narumi.”

Finally, he turns to look at you. Maybe if your head wasn’t still pounding and you weren’t so fussy over how the bandages felt wrapped around your head, you’d notice how his gaze softened. “You’re still recovering from your injuries. You’re forbidden to go to the training hall.”

“Eh?” You blinked. “Ah, ok. Yes sir.” You twiddled with your fingers, now embarrassed. Right, you weren’t even supposed to be out and about yet.

As your gaze landed on the floor, you failed to notice Narumi’s sight falling onto your figure, furrowing his expression at your slightly limped stature. You had sustained much more severe wounds than him, even if you were still standing. 

But that was just it, you were still standing, and he was god damn thankful for that.

It was a much better sight than seeing your unconscious, limp body in his hands before you were passed to a stretcher and flooded by paramedics, his sight refusing to leave you even as another pair of medics tried to assess his own condition. 

The heat he felt searing through you as he cradled your unconscious body burned through his own skin as a reminder that you were alive–but you were in bad, bad shape. You had paid the price of increasing your abilities past what your suit could handle, reaching a fever of nearly 40 degrees and immediately requiring an IV drip. he had to bark at Kikoru to keep her distance, under the guise that the paramedics weren’t done with you, that she needed medical attention herself, but he himself knew that wasn’t the full cause of his reasoning. He didn’t want her to see you like this.

You were so unlike yourself, motionless on that stretcher, lacking the life and luster that enveloped you.

It was terrifying.

When the paramedics left and he finally got a moment to himself, all he could do was hunch forward, hands grasping roughly at his scalp. The incident flowed through his mind like a waterfall, from the desecrated face of Isao Shinomiya, the war Kaiju no, 9 had waged against him and humanity, the pained face of his disciple, and lingering feel of your lifeless body cradled against him.

He would never let this happen again.

The elevator shakes a bit as Narumi straightens his gaze.

“And…” Your head perks up again, bright eyes meeting his fuchsia gaze. “Loosen up. I’ve had enough of formalities today.” 

He breathes out your name, in a fervor unheard of from the image of Japan’s strongest. A more boyish, young tone. “Show me results like you did when we first met, (Y/N).”

Your mouth gaped a bit, before the familiar smile you always sported, albeit softer, makes its way back to your face. “At least grieve properly, Gen. I know how much he means to you.”

Maybe it was how you operated, your clockwork, but Gen feels a realization with how a part of him had been laid out to you without him knowing, and with that part alone, you had studied and lived with so graciously, that the way you had softly soothed him with your presence had taken him off guard by how welcoming his subconscious was to it.

You were unlike anyone else he had ever met. No one had ever read him like this.

Even when he was silently processing your words, you simply watched him in understanding, your gaze never making him uncomfortable. He was just so accustomed to your presence.

Had you always been so close, he wonders, when he finally realizes that his fingers had grazed yours. 

Looking at each other in mutual shock, you were the one to recover first, to boldly squeeze his hand with an unspoken vow, to pull him into your presence. To let his grief flow.

It flashes through his mind then, his youth with Isao, all his efforts to earn his gaze, how he fought so hard for results. How he’d never see that damn old man reel back in tears over how much he’s achieved now.

It squeezes his heart.

But at last the memories flow.

And he lets the feel of your warmth meld with his skin, the calloused bumps and slight burn from your bandages rubbing against his own as he finally squeezes back, not even out of his own accord. His fingers moved on their own.

When the moment ends and your touch becomes that of a ghost, Narumi is taken aback by how his hands nearly chased after yours.

He wonders how you feel, but at the ding of the elevator floors, you had awkwardly flitted the topic of the conversation away again, leaving unanswered questions.

“I’ll still oversee Shinomiya’s training. It’s what she needs most.” You stare at the cold doors of the elevator, not really knowing why you’re still letting your mouth run. “I know we both believe in her. She has a bright future ahead.”

You feel Narumi’s gaze land fully on you now. “Exactly why I said what I said. Better not see you slack off and let her catch up to you as fast, (Y/N).”

His tone is lighter now, you note. Your heart fluttered a bit at the more casual honorific too. That relieved you, bringing your smile back. “I have no intention of losing, Gen.” 

The entire incident still felt heavy in both of your hearts, knowing what happened. But as long as you can be there for Narumi, you’ll support him in whatever way he needs.

The elevator dings as you both reach the ground floor. “One more thing.”

You turn to him, blinking. 

“Once you’re healed, report to my office.” He walks out first. “Mr. Isao probably wanted to see this for himself, but–”

“You’re eligible for a numbers suit.”

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A/N: Whew that was a wild ride.... i might do numbers suit reader or meeting hoshina soon!

The thought of mitsuri! reader fighting on field and hanging on through sheer willpower alone is so admirable... wow, u have a really cool gf gen......... though u dont even have the guts to ask her out yet, wow

[pernesophe]

"Fuckboy" Narumi Gen x Scientist Reader

(Minors, Ageless and Blank Blogs DNI)

Synopsis: You're a scientist in the 1st division, and Narumi has been making passes at you ever since you started working there. Every time you've brushed him off - writing him off as a fuckboy just trying to bed you. What happens when he almost dies during a mission and you're left quarreling with feelings you didn't even know you had for the 1st Division Captain? WC: 3572 MDNI. TW: f reader, angst, fluff, smut - dacryphilia, oral (f receiving), vaginal penetration, needy sex

Reader’s Scent: Soft Tension by Andrea Maack Narumi’s Scent: Cuir Ottoman by Parfum d'Empire

He’s not there. That’s the first horrible thought that entered your brain as the screen cleared of smoke to reveal the spot where Narumi should have been standing. The spot where he always was, you knew better than anyone that the Captain of the 1st Division never failed to find the camera. As more of the gray wisps and dust cleared away, your breath hitched in your throat to form a suffocatingly solid lump. The clock’s seconds were ticking by at an impossible speed. All around you the control room erupted into panic - everyone screaming, running, some were crying - while all you could do was just stand there. Completely numb. 

Narumi was cocky. Arrogant. Insufferable. And undoubtedly strong. He was confident in his abilities, because he always pulled through somehow. Despite the constant glares you shoot his way, his constant requests to ‘take you out’, and the endless eyerolls you’ve returned - you never, ever doubted that he would come back from a mission. He always did.

The bright red numbers on the clock blinked 60 seconds now, and you still haven’t drawn a single breath - your heart pounded painfully against your sternum as you desperately searched the screen for any sign of him. The video game obsessed man you deemed to be a ‘fuckboy’ long ago - someone you wrote off as just wanting to bag the ‘hot scientist’. But the only memories that surfaced in this moment were how his eyes turned puppy dog like at your rare praises, or his tireless smile whenever he saw you. Always for you.

Minato, the coworker seated to your left, was shouting desperately into the mic, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. Emi, the coworker to your right was gently shaking your arm - attempting to cajole a response from you. The screen blurred from hot tears as a sickeningly hollow feeling formed in your chest. Through your watery vision you could make out that 120 seconds had passed, trapped in this excruciating stasis.

Everything began to slow around the lab, the sounds distorted, black clouded the edges of your vision - all you could see were the seconds ticking higher and higher. Once the bright, bloody numbers reached 165 seconds you heard the faintest whine through the radio, and finally your lungs expanded. You drew in air so loudly it made your companions jump as you lunged for the mic in Minato’s grasp.

”Narumi!” Shouting urgently into the hard, mesh plastic that your coworker basically tossed your way. “Narumi this isn’t fucking funny! Respond. Now!” Voice straining as it tore through your throat, tears finally cascaded hot, wet streams down your cheeks dripping onto the keys below. An excruciatingly long pause ensued with nothing but the crackle of static over the radio. Inhaling a breath that absolutely burned followed by the faintest of pleas, “Narumi, please answer me…”

Suddenly, a cough came through the radio, followed by a low groan, and then his voice, “I’m alive.” Every muscle in your body sagged with relief as you collapsed back into your chair, sniffling quietly. That was all he said, and honestly you couldn’t blame him - by the looks of the screen there were a lot of casualties.

When his unit returned to base, hours later, he didn’t go to the infirmary. He didn’t stop to see anyone - just went straight to his room and locked himself inside. You asked Shinomiya about it, but she just said it was ‘really bad’ with a distant look in her eyes before heading to the barracks. So, you waited a couple more hours to see if he would come out on his own, but when he didn’t you ventured to his room.

The second you rapped on the door, Narumi’s authoritative ‘not now’ echoed under the crack, but when you called softly that it was you there was a resounding click before the wood swayed inward slightly. Beyond the knob turning and the door being left ajar he didn’t invite you in, but you took it as one anyway before quietly stepping through the tall entryway. With the pads of your fingertips you pushed the hard wood flush into the jam.

The Captain’s quarters were shadowy, the monitor switched off with only a small lamp on in the corner, and his worn form slumped on the couch with a blanket barely wrapped around his shoulders. He didn’t turn to look at you, or speak as you picked your way through his room until you stood in front of him. Still, he refused to meet your eye. 

Deliberately, with all the caution of approaching a wild animal, you slowly placed one knee on the outside of his thigh. Only then did Narumi peer up at you with a perplexed expression as you continued to straddle him, then lowered yourself until you were completely sitting on his lap. Sighing deeply, he turned his head away from you fully while pinching the bridge of his nose.

”I know this may come as a surprise, but if you’re finally reciprocating my advances then I’m sorry to say - I’m not in the mood,” he sighed, annoyance reverberating in his low timbre. Instead of mustering a defense, you leaned fully against his chest, wrapping your arms around him before burying your face into his neck - utterly wracked with sobs. Narumi froze, hints of musky freesia fused with mossy cedarwood lifted from your hair and skin to envelop him completely while your tears soaked into his t-shirt. At first he hesitated - not daring to move a muscle - and then ever so slowly, he brought his hands to rest on your hips while you clutched onto him tighter.

”When I saw you weren’t there, on the screen, I was so worried…” your words trailed off into a sharp inhale - immediately submerging you in the scent of leather dipped in resinous amber that persistently clung to him. Then, you sniffled out pathetically, “you’re always there.” Your lips trembled around the words as Narumi’s heart hammered wildly from your ensuing confession. 

“I thought you-” bawling through shuddered breaths, but you choked out what you could, “and that I’d never see you again…” Finally leaning back, you regarded his expression - amaranth eyes blinking rapidly at you, framed by brows raised in utter shock. No one has ever cried over him like this. 

“I-I know you were the one who almost died, but for 3 solid minutes I couldn’t catch my breath, an-and-” you choked on another sob. Drawing another shaky breath before you tried to speak again. “Narumi, I-I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here,” fisting your hands into his shirt as the words warbled past your lips.

At first he could do nothing more than squeeze your hips lightly, all other responses escaped him. Instead he studied your expression intently. The way the red around your eyes made your irises gleam in the lowlight, or how your cheeks had become puffy, ruddy and glistened whenever your head bobbed with a sniffle. A deeper red crawled over your cheeks - turning shy under his awestruck gaze. Then, ghosting his hands from your hips, over your arms, to cup your cheeks before he pulled you close to press his lips tenderly to yours.

Ardently he moved his mouth in tandem with yours, the faintest hints of rosy-fruit swirled mossy cedar clung to your breath like a silent fog rolling off the mountains - dragging Narumi deeper into the essence that is you. As he carded his fingers through your hair just to pull you closer, the barest notes of creamy almond and balsam incense mingled with your breath, deliciously stimulating your taste buds. Like the mouth watering aromas one would find strolling through a foreign market. Then, following your soft whimper for air, Narumi gently released you, one hand remained cupping your cheek while the other drifted back down to rest on your hip.

“I thou-thought you weren’t in the mood,” you sniffled out quietly, gently leaning into his palm, fingers twitching nervously in his shirt.

”I changed my mind,” he whispered, gravelly and low, before tugging you back by the back of your neck to slot his lips with yours once again. 

This time the kiss was heated, his teeth nipping your bottom lip followed by his tongue gliding smoothly along yours when you gasped. Robust honey-musk cascaded over your taste buds as he desperately deepened the kiss to chase your sweet, strawberry-pine redolence. The next few minutes were a flurry of hands gripping fabric, bare skin, tongues and lips colliding until Narumi had you laid out on the couch under him, completely nude.

Sitting on folded legs, poised between your thighs, his wide palms ghosted up the sides of your torso until he cupped your face once again. Studying your flushed cheeks with rapt interest - the way tears still leaked from your lash line to trickle down your face, though he didn’t mention them, he did thumb at them appreciatively without making any real attempt to wipe them away. Bending forward to capture your lips once more, he laid fully between your legs - purposefully pressing his growing bulge to your heated core.

The cotton fabric of his boxers dragged deliciously over your clit as he peppered kisses over your jaw, down the column of your throat, over your collarbones and down the valley of your breasts until he paused between your hips. Glancing upward, he waited for your subtle nod before traveling lower to litter chaste pecks over the insides of your thighs - inhaling your scent as he dragged the tip of his nose over your soft skin. Two wide, hot hands palmed and squeezed the plush fat of your upper thighs, and under the curve of your butt appreciatively while kissing and nipping closer to where you wanted him most.

A pair of crimson-mauve eyes pinned you in place as his lips ghosted over your folds, hot breath fanning your sensitive skin sending shivers through you. Ever so gently, Narumi gripped the insides of your thighs - bringing his thumbs down to part your lips - his eyes flicked down the moment your drooling core was revealed to him. Meeting your gaze once more, stealing the air right out of your lungs, then he finally made contact - dipping the tip of his wet muscle into your leaking hole. Gathering arousal along the way, his eyes grew half lidded before he started swirling the tip of his tongue around your buzzing bundle of nerves.

Immediately your head fell back into the couch cushions, a gasping whine fluttered past your lips - the tears that had collected along your lash line finally poured over, splashing into your hair and onto the worn fabric below. The second Narumi spotted the salty rivulets, his ministrations grew desperate - tongue dipping down to plunge through your fluttering entrance, flicking and curling along your velvety walls. Latching his mouth fully onto your thrumming cunt, his grip on your thighs turned bruising as he leaned further into you - grunting deliriously as your creamy, velvety musk burst across his taste buds. Mewling pathetically from the added vibrations, you threw one hand over your head to grab the arm of the couch for some sense of grounding as your other hand carded through Narumi’s two toned locks. 

“Gen-” he moaned straight into your core from his name rolling off your tongue - eliciting a warbled whine from you as your grip tightened in his hair. “I don’t-” emitting a string of strained pants, as you attempted to stave off your ensuing orgasm. “I don’t think I can last any longer, fuck, please-” the plea barely left you before Narumi replaced his tongue with two fingers, moving his lips to wrap around your clit. His other hand slid to the outside of your thigh to hold you securely while your other leg involuntarily snapped shut to keep him in place. Pumping at an even pace from the start, his fingertips bumped and prodded that spongy spot that had your back arching off the couch and thighs trembling against his cheeks.

Then, with a curl of his fingers and a flick of his tongue, your gummy walls clamped down - pulsing around his digits. Stars burst behind your eyes as blissful heat simmered in your veins, sending pleasurable tingles through your body until your toes began to curl. Stilted, whiny moans cascaded from you, echoing off the walls to create a symphony that Narumi had only imagined until now. With a gasp, taut muscles finally relaxed, your body sagged against the cushions - chest rising and falling rapidly from heaving to catch your breath. 

Gradually Narumi detached from you, sitting back on his folded legs, he absentmindedly licked your arousal from his digits - surveying your flushed face, puffy lips, and the way some shiny tears still clung to your lashes. To his surprise, after a moment you cracked your eyes open to throw him a pleading look as you sat up as well - reaching out to curl your fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

“I want you,” you murmured, voice and face lacking any hesitation as you peered up at him through thick lashes. When he hesitated, blinking rapidly while trying to process your words you added earnestly, “I need you.” 

That’s all he needed to hear before he discarded his boxers and lined his blushing tip up to your entrance. Ardently, he pressed through that ring of muscle that gave way to your velvety walls, stretching you inch by inch. With a muted groan in your ear, he bottomed out completely - your core fluttering around him as you grew accustomed to his size. One of his lithe arms looped around your lower back while the other laid above your head as he tenderly fingered your satiny locks. 

Once you had adjusted, he canted his hips back at an agonizingly unhurried pace while tears collected along your lash line from sheer want. With an equally paced thrust he ever so slowly pressed back in until his tip nudged that spongy spot that drew wanton sounds to the tip of your tongue. Sinking your teeth into your lower lip, you attempted to contain your mewls as even more salty droplets rolled down your cheeks. Narumi was mesmerized by them, his pace remaining deep and steady while his gaze traveled from the notch in your brow to your pearly whites pressed into your plump lip - drinking in every tear, blush and sniffle in between.

Suddenly the scene from earlier flashed behind your eyes, for a moment fear welled up in your chest, but then you felt Narumi’s consistent prodding that brought you right back to reality. Carding your fingers through his hair as you crashed your lips into his, desperately kissing him - trying to feel him fully. When you parted, he could see your teary sniffles had transformed into soft whines with each thrust - a reminder that he was really here. With you. His cock twitched approvingly within your heated core while his amaranth eyes drank in your puffy, tear stained cheeks. Narumi couldn’t quite put his finger on why, but seeing you like this threatened what little bit of control he had left.

“Gen,” his name encased in your tiny mewl brought his gaze to yours, catching sight of your quivering lip along the way. “Please don’t leave me…” whimpering pitifully while staving off a sob as your vision blurred from more tears. Then, you felt the gentlest caress along your hairline, Narumi’s ardent thrusts unfaltering through your near constant tears.

”I’m here,” he whispered, breath fanning your hair and forehead as he traced his nose along your hairline until he brought his lips to hover over yours. Blinking away your tears, you met his tender gaze as his hand moved from behind your back to lay over your lower abdomen. Pressing down lightly so that spongy spot was snug against his tip in a way that caused the corners of your vision to fuzz and whiten - pleasure mounting in every fiber of your being. 

”I'm right here,” he breathed against your lips, punctuating his assurance with a deep thrust that kissed your cervix and had your head keening back into the pillows with a pathetic mewl. Narumi’s consistent pace tightened that string in your core as if you were ascending the first hill on a roller coaster. With each press or slight rub of his hand on your abdomen, accompanied by his tip repeatedly knocking that spongy spot before dragging along your sensitive walls felt like the tick tick tick as you approached the crest of the hill. Then, just in the same way as an amusement park ride, he pressed a little harder, thrusted slightly deeper causing time to still as you felt that string grow impossibly taut and then snaaaap in slow motion.

Once the last thread broke, it felt like you were launched down that hill at top speed - a current of trembling pleasure shot through your muscles, leaving them strung tight. Your back arched off the couch while clinging onto Narumi however you could as he chased his own high, enhancing your’s along the way. Clawing at his back and shoulders, you were wracked with stuttered sobs while you begged him not to stop which soon devolved into unintelligible babbling as you sniffled and whined into his neck.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he whispered into your hair followed by gently pressing his lips to your temple. Silently he drank in the tiny mewls and sniffles emitting from you that caused his balls to tighten - his climax imminent. “Where do you want it baby?” His hushed tone was slightly more urgent as he fought off the urge to immediately cum the next time his tip kissed your cervix.

“Cum in me,” you whined back not even a second later, carding your fingers back into his hair while rolling your hips to meet his. When he hesitated with the quietest ‘uh’ falling from his lips, you gripped his two toned locks before pulling him back to meet your watery gaze. A slight notch formed in your brow and a downright begging look in your eyes as you susurrated up at him, “please Gen…”

Relenting with a strangled groan Narumi collapsed over you, wrapping one arm under your back to keep your hips flush to his. The other hand came up to card his fingers through your tresses while his thick cum filled you - swirling with your own to create a creamy ring around the base of his cock. A thin trickle dribbled down your thigh to the curve of your butt. 

After several minutes of silence, barring your damp breaths mingled between the two of you, he ever so slowly drew his hips back before immediately pressing back into your puffy walls - eliciting a wanton cry from you. Before you could ask what he was doing, Narumi began groaning quietly in your ear in rhythm with his hips.

“I love you Y/N,” his lips brushed your earlobe just as you registered the words, his tip pressing against your cervix once again. Grabbing at his side and bicep to ground yourself, you finally cracked your eyes open to see him peering down at you before pressing his forehead to yours - repeating the words in tune with his measured thrusts, “I love you.”

The room quickly filled with your whiny moans bouncing from wall to wall as Narumi fucked his cum deeper into you. Hot, balsamic breaths puffed over your cheeks and down your neck with each word he uttered. Your nails dug crescent shaped indents into his toned flesh as overstimulated tears mixed with your needy ones from earlier. For the final time tonight, Narumi’s faithful prodding spurred you to willingly leap over that ledge as you rolled your hips in tandem with his to descend into that euphoric abyss. With one last confession of his love, you clamped down - your puffy walls pulsing around him as his cock twitched to the same rhythm. 

Laying fully over you, Narumi wrapped his arms securely around you before rolling onto his side so you were wedged between his chest and the back of the couch. There the two of you laid for some time until the overstimulated tremors finally dissipated and you were able to relax fully into him. Gradually he slipped out of you with a muted groan - eliciting a pathetic whine from you - leaving you empty and wanting as you nestled closer to him for warmth. Silence ensued for several minutes as the two of you basked in the afterglow and processed the sudden change in your dynamic. Then, like a bell ringing through foggy air just as dawn started to break - you interrupted the silence with the faintest admission.

“I love you too Gen,” you whispered into the hardened planes of his chest stuttering his heartbeat and catching his breath in his throat. After a moment he released a sigh of relief before folding you flush to his chest, and then held you comfortingly in his arms as he buried his nose into your hair. Narumi’s foreign, spice market scent mingled with your highland fog-like fragrance until your shared redolence filled the room completely. No more words were necessary for now, just the unspoken sentiment shared on the breath passed between a pair of lungs. He was yours, and you were his.

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Inspiration: Between Two Lungs by Florence and the Machine for the 2nd to last line

[biolumien]

and with it, a gentle place...

pt 3 to the samurai!hoshina fic. pt 1 and pt 2 are here.

notes: happy hoshina episode.

samurai!soshiro hoshina x fem!reader i dont think any warnings apply but if there are, please let me know ;-; word count: 1359

as it turned out, being the wife of a samurai was far more boring than you could have ever imagined. your life was largely consumed by general diplomacy and far more paperwork. your husband was gone frequently, often complaining about some kind of diplomacy with the narumi clan. 

it left you with hardly anything to do, in any case. 

or well, you could stare languidly out into the distance. that was something you did quite frequently, staring stormily out into beautiful gardens in tedium. you supposed you could technically throw a fit, throw something at a wall, or start acting irrationally–but that might besmirch your newlywed husband’s reputation for most diplomacy. 

so you settled for your naginata.

you spent most of your waking hours in the gardens of your new home, practicing diligently till your movements became a slow and elaborate kind of dance. as new lady of the house, it was your duty, your responsibility, or so you had been told, to defend the house in case it ever came under attack. and the weakened hoshina clan, with a dent in its beautiful, gilded reputation, may come with no shortage of enemies or people who wanted to take advantage of the rapidly forming power vacuum. 

you doubted any real assassination attempt on the new lord of the house would happen, but you trained anyway. you wondered why, as you slashed downwards in a circle, why you would bother with defending a man who was a total stranger to you. why go to the effort? why exist in this loop of tedium and boredom, with so little reward? for a husband who was so busy in his diplomacy efforts that he couldn’t spend time with you? but then again, why did it bother you that he never had time for you? you’d never wanted to be married to him in the first place!

you lower your naginata, letting the blade touch the floor. 

“so you’re the lady of the house!” 

a voice startles you out of your reverie.

your husband is standing next to a younger man, his eyes widened with excitement. his hair was a startling shade of almost white, dressed in shades of soft green. his obi is a dark purple. 

“you’re getting quite good at that,” soshiro says, stepping down to meet you. his kosode is in a dark purple again, layered with a black kataginu vest over top. he cut an intimidating figure, in any case, and he bows to you with a measured smile. “the naginata, i mean. i’m quite flattered you’re putting your all into this.” 

“of course,” you respond, your voice as sweet as honey, edged with venom. “it’s my duty, of course, as the lady of the house now. who’s this you’ve brought with you?”

“oh, him? pardon my manners.” soshiro laughs, but you can’t quite figure out what’s funny. “this is one of my retainers. ichikawa reno. reno, this is my wife. i told you about her already on the way here.”

“nice–nice to meet you,” reno says, bowing to you. “i wanted to meet you!”

you lower your naginata to your side. 

“why?” you ask. “i mean, pardon me.” you laugh, raising your sleeve to your mouth to hide the smile. “i just thought that most samurai of your stations would not bother.”

“well–even so, i’m not most samurai,” reno says, and you laugh at the absurdity of that statement, fully. his face flushes a little bit, and you reach out to pat him on the head.

“don’t worry about that, ichikawa. i am quite flattered you deigned to introduce yourself to me.” you smile, and reno nods. 

“of course.” 

“now, now, reno,” soshiro says, patting reno on the shoulder. “why don’t you give me and my wife some privacy for a second?”

“okay,” reno says, bowing to soshiro, and then to you before rushing off.

you watch reno leave, a soft huff leaving your lips.

“nice kid,” you say. 

“our families have been allied for generations,” soshiro says, watching reno run off as well. “he has the  weight of expectation upon his back, too, as the youngest.”

“mm. i see. so what is it you wanted to talk to me about, then?” you ask. “you’re so rarely in the house these days, i’m starting to think you’re avoiding me.”

“please, dear,” soshiro says. “i’m not trying to avoid you.”

you can’t even tell if he’s being honest.

“discussions with the narumi clan grow sour, mostly because i have no stomach for their son, who, coincidentally, also has no stomach for me! can you believe it?” soshiro laughs, raising a hand to push back his hair. 

“... i suppose you don’t want to hear my actual answer.”

“not quite,” soshiro amends. “you have a fairly nasty look on your face.”

“do i?” you smile. 

“hm.” soshiro watches you, staring down at your naginata. “do you want to spar?”

“spar?” you raise an eyebrow. “what would a samurai such as yourself want to do with sparring with his wife?”

“can’t this samurai be curious about what kinds of things his wife gets up to?” soshiro asks innocently, but draws his katana from his belt, unsheathing it and holding it in front of him in a prepared stance. in response, you hold your naginata at your side, ready as well.

“i stare out into your estate’s gardens,” you say. “and sometimes i do embroidery. and other times, i train alone.” and other times, i wish i had taken that dagger and killed you after all–better to have been known for that than to fade away like this. you choose not to say that. 

“i see.” soshiro’s gaze flits for a moment.

“why do you ask?” you say.

“just curious. like i said,” soshiro says. he takes a breath. “but whenever you’re ready.”

as soon as the words leave his mouth, you spin your naginata forward, sweeping the blade downwards. he catches it just barely with his katana, parrying the blow. you realize in a small thrill that you have a farther reach than him–that he has to actively fight to close the distance in front of you. he raises his katana, bearing down hard against the handle of your naginata as you flip it upwards.

“not bad,” he says.

you furrow your brow, pushing him off before you whirl your spear again, forcing his hand to the side.

“it’s been monotonous training,” you respond, whirling your spear for another hit. he deflects it, moving in to strike, but you push him back. 

“isn’t it better, then, that i spar with you? as a skilled opponent?” soshiro manages to close the distance yet again, his face and his blade dangerously close to yours.

“you’re a skilled samurai,” you retort, pushing him away again, but just barely. “i think that’s hardly fair, going up against me.”

“come of it,” soshiro responds, feinting for a second–you move to block, but he swings upwards instead, and you startle backward. “there are assassins aplenty that might try to kill you, and doubtlessly far more skilled than even me. i just want you–”

“you know, i’m getting awfully tired–”

as you step forward, spinning the naginata downwards–you watch as soshiro prepares to parry whatever side blow might be coming next–and then you throw the naginata ever so gently, closing the distance to grasp his wakizashi where it remains at his side. soshiro exhales. 

“--of what everyone says they want for me.” you pull his wakizashi from his belt, unsheathing it. 

it’s silent for a moment, save for your heaving breaths and the sound of birdsong. 

would he let you kill him?

you drop the blade soon after thinking the thought, leaning down to pick up your naginata.

“i think we’ve done enough,” you say. “i will return to my quarters.”

you wonder why your face feels so hot as you turn away. you wonder why you wish he would have lowered his blade and kissed you. you raise a hand to your lips, tracing your bottom lip with a finger. 

you hate the way your heart wants to move for him. 

you do. you do hate it. right?

[sashi-ya]

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Slam! Your body gets smashed against the wall. A pair of hands crawl everywhere; your flesh getting squeezed, your head being pushed and pinned against hard cement. 

“Wandering all by yourself, love?” a raspy voice whispers into your ear; you can tell there are hints of laziness in it, but most definitely desire as well. 

You try to let go, using all your strength to free yourself. Fighting to escape, you push that man that came out of the darkness, away. 

“Oops, where are you going?” another voice, that also came out of nowhere, exclaims. You are stopped by a strong hand crushing your wrist. 

Immediately after; those first hands trap you again. You are surrounded by two men who somehow start fighting in between them.

“You let her go… are you becoming weak Nar-?” one of them, with slanted -pretty much closed- eyes, tease the other one. 

“You shitty bowl cut bitch” the other one, with black and grey tufts, grunts.

Yet, despite their bickering you are unable to run away as both are extremely strong. No matter how much you squirm, kick or move, you can’t escape from their claws… 

“Let me go!” you scream, getting muffled almost immediately but the bowl cut guy with his hand on your mouth. 

“Shh, babe… you are not allowed to scream” he says, opening his eyes to burn holes into yours, a purple aura as strong as his grip… beautiful irises for such a devilishly man. 

“He is right, love… we wouldn’t want the rest to hear you while we use your wholes, nobody will come to rescue you either…” the other man murmurs in your ear from behind, biting your lobe right after. His accelerated breathing shows how hard is getting by simply grabbing your trembling body. 

You, in fact, shiver. Frightened; this Halloween party shouldn’t have ended this way… you should have listened to your friends, Soshiro and Narumi, when they told you to wait for them.

“Aren’t you a little slut? What are you? a witch? A demon? Wearing that short little skirt for us? Mh?” the bowl cut guy asks, sliding his hand underneath your -indeed pretty short- skirt. 

You can’t help but smirk a little, soon remembering the situation you are actually in… “Stop! Let me go!” you cry, earning a soft slap on your mouth to shush you. 

Not only do your lips become a little swollen from that raspier voiced man’s slap, but they also suddenly drag you to a very -conveniently placed- abandoned warehouse from the base. 

Old mattresses scattered on the floor; pieces of beds and old furniture from the base rooms are also abandoned. Tachikawa is a pretty big facility, there must be a lot of these warehouses around… 

The slanted eyed man snatches your body from his partner in crime and pushes you against one of the mattresses. You fall with your back, showing your little white laced panties to them… what a great choice for Halloween night. 

“Look at this slut, already showing us her wet cunt” he spits, elbowing the grey- and black-haired man, showing a smirk with a pair of prominent fangs… he looks like a feral fox… 

Both smirk to each other, and for a second they might forget how much of a deadly enemy they consider themselves to be. 

The first to attack, seems to be the faster of them two; a feral fox that’s also quick in their movements. His hands, rather small and delicate but definitely strong, rip your upper part… goodbye to that beautiful costume you spent hours preparing for tonight. 

His fangs seem hungry for your breasts, for your neck, for your flesh. And so, while pinning you -as if your fighting meant nothing- he attacks. His fangs carve marks everywhere they bite, leaving painful reminders of his dominance, of the crime of using your body against your desires.

“Ah ah… come on, I want a piece of her too” the other one grunts, this time a lot calmer and somehow lazy… but still so filled with lust. 

The “feral fox” allows him to join. He stands up and pinches your cheeks before doing anything else to communicate their intentions -as if they weren’t clear from the very start- “On all fours, let’s keep that mouth occupied while you get your pussy r*ped” 

You gasp as you are forced to turn and stand on all fours; your inner thighs tremble, your lower belly spasm… “no… please…” you cry, fighting the hands on your back that try to at least move your panties to the side.

“Calm the fuck down, bitch… you want it or not, I’m gonna fuck your tight cunt anyways” 

A few spanks on your ass leave your skin burning, and for the moments you become still from the pain the black and grey hair man is able to finally slide a couple of fingers into your entrance. 

You try to turn around to see him; to perhaps try and push him away, or maybe just maybe to enjoy the lustful look in those tired eyes… But you are actually unable to do so, as the prominent fangs boy grab your neck and mandible to force your mouth to open.

“Open big for me, ok? Let's use that beautiful mouth of you” he growls, using his index to lower your tongue and make you gag before replacing it with his hard, drippy, throbbing sex. 

You, in fact, gag and cough. He goes in and out, fucking your mouth with no mercy and a smile that could belong to the Devil himself. 

“Come on… deep” he purrs, going even deeper, watching you beg for air, watching tears roll down your cheek from how much he is forcing his tip onto your uvula. 

You fix your pleading, desperate eyes on his… barely sounds escape your throat while being used. You are trembling in pure terror, but even more when you can feel a warm tip getting dangerously close to your folds. 

“Heh, absolutely wet and still crying? Stop acting as if you didn’t like this, slut” that lazy voice that comes from behind, scolds you, before even sliding in. 

And when he does, he does with such strong thrust you are sure you could have pissed yourself a little bit… degrading yourself, by having your throat completely ruined by an impetuous dick going in and out of you, by getting your legs and sneakers wet in urine and arousal, and by getting your sex penetrated against your will… really against? 

“Ah, look at that… you disgusting whore, you can’t even hold it in when someone is using your cunt? Heh” he continues, going in and out even harder and faster. This time you can totally sense the complicity in between your two victimizers… 

Victimizers that have stopped fighting to coordinate the rams on both of your sides. One on your mouth, the other on your sex… what a mess, you are just a mess. 

“Narumi, move, it’s my turn” the foxy looking one says as he takes his dick out of your mouth. 

You cough, trying to clean the saliva on the commissures of your mouth and the taste of precum flooding your throat.

“YOU IDIOT” Narumi grunts, he has just revealed his name. 

“I can’t keep playing, let me fuck you (Name), please…” Soshiro suddenly says, the three of you have already lost your roles as lust and climaxing begins to kick in.

“Why don’t you fuck me at the same time?”  “These games of yours, (Name)… aren’t you a little bit of a perv?”  “It’s you two who are forcing me, aren’t you?” “Yes my queen…” “Yep, my lady” 

Oh, and by the way, I am a zombie bride… not a demon, nor a witch! 

[luvvictoria]

Favourite game

+ pairings. Gen Narumi x f!reader

+ tags. romance, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, sex , explicit content , p in v, idk bro, smut wrote by a minor 🤗

"You're really going to play that now?" You rolled your eyes, but the playful smirk on your lips gave away your amusement.

"What?" Gen didn't look up from his console, his thumbs dancing over the controls. "You know I can't miss the new update."

The room was a mess of discarded action figures and half-eaten ramen bowls, a stark contrast to the gleaming cityscape outside the office window. It was a rare moment of peace before the chaos that often accompanied your lives as members of the Defense Forces.

You shifted in his lap, the friction sending a shiver down your spine. You leaned over, your hair brushing against his cheek. "You're going to miss the best part."

"And what's that?" He finally glanced up, one eyebrow arched in curiosity.

"This." With a swift move, you pulled his head towards you, capturing his lips in a fiery kiss that left you both breathless. The game controller slipped from his grasp, forgotten amidst the growing heat between them.

The tension in the room was palpable, a silent symphony of desire that had been building for weeks. Gen's hand slid down your back, cupping your ass as he pulled you closer. The sound of your heavy breathing mingled with the distant sirens, a stark reminder of the world outside your bubble.

With a playful nip at his bottom lip, your stood up, strutting towards the desk. You leaned over, your breasts pressing against the cool surface. "Are you going to keep playing, or are you going to show me what Japan's Strongest Anti-Kaiju Combatant is really made of?"

Gen's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you. He set the game aside, the battle on the screen fading to black. "Alright," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Let's see if you can handle it."

The door to the office slammed shut, the echo muffled by the thick carpet. He stalked towards you, his movements predatory and graceful. The respirator mask hung around his neck, a stark reminder of the battles he faced outside these four walls.

You felt a thrill run through you as he stepped behind you, his hands sliding up your thighs to grip your hips. He took off your combat gear, sliding it down your legs and he unzipped his. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Ready?"

Your heart pounded in anticipation. "Always."

The first touch of his dick against your wetness made you gasp. He didn't wait, pushing into you with a force that made your knees buckle. You braced yourself against the desk, your nails digging into the wood.

Your rhythm grew frantic, the sound of your skin slapping together a sharp counterpoint to the sirens wailing outside. Gen's grip tightened, his hips pumping harder, faster, as if trying to outrun the inevitable call to duty.

You moaned, your eyes squeezed shut, the sensations overwhelming you. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body, making you forget the tension of their daily lives. You could feel his muscles flexing against you, his strength a stark contrast to his usual laid-back demeanor.

The desk creaked under your weight, papers fluttering to the floor in your wake. Gen's breath was ragged in your ear, his voice a low growl as he whispered dirty encouragements that made your core clench around him.

Your movements grew erratic, the room spinning as your climax approached. You reached back, your hand finding the back of his neck, your nails scraping against his skin. "Harder," you panted, pushing yourself back against him.

He obliged, driving into you with an intensity that left you gasping for air. You could feel him swell inside you, his breathing matching the erratic beat of your own heart.

Suddenly, the desk phone blared to life, the shrill ring piercing the air. Gen cursed, his body tensing. For a moment, you thought he would ignore it, that he would let the world burn for the sake of your passion. But duty called, and with a final, powerful thrust, he groaned, filling you completely.

Your bodies stilled, panting, as the phone continued to ring. With a sigh, Gen pulled out, his cock glistening with your arousal. He reached for the phone, lifting it to his ear. "What is it?" he barked, his voice still thick with desire.

The voice on the other end spoke urgently, the words a blur to your lust-filled brain. But you could feel the change in Gen's body, the tension coiling back into his muscles like a spring winding tighter and tighter.

"Fuck." He slammed the phone down, his expression shifting from passion to grim determination. "We've got a breach. Code Red."

You straightened, your own arousal fading as reality crashed back in. You reached down, adjusting your clothing as Gen turned away to grab his combat gear. "Let's go," you said, your voice steady. "We've got a city to save."

The room was a flurry of activity as you both dressed, strapping on your weapons and gear. The playful banter of moments ago was replaced with the seriousness of the situation at hand. But even as you prepared to face the monstrous threat beyond the office walls, the heat of your encounter lingered, a reminder of the connection that made you more than just colleagues.

When you were both ready, Gen turned to you, his red eyes intense. "Stay safe," he said, his voice gruff.

You nodded, your own eyes gleaming with a fierce resolve. "Always."

And with that, you sprinted out of the office, leaving your passion-filled sanctuary behind, ready to face whatever the world threw at you.

[jjkamochoso]

Flufftober Day 1: Lost Pet Meet Cute

@flufftober

Angst, Fluff

Gen Narumi x gn!reader

Warnings: slight cussing

When you got the alert on your phone notifying you of a kaiju attack happening, your heart dropped when you realized it was taking place near your apartment. You had no way to get there from your work; it was way too far to walk and no public transportation was reckless enough to bring people anywhere near an active attack. Why were you so desperate to reach your residence anyway?

Your dog was at home.

You were overcome with anxiety as you tried to reach your neighbors by cell phone to ask them to evacuate with your best friend, but no one had answered you. Tears welled in your eyes as you waited for the kaiju to be neutralized so you could go back home and assess the damage. Checking every news website every 30 seconds for updates, you finally read that the JAKDF's First Division had taken down the threat and were allowing people back in the area to salvage anything they could before clean up began. You boarded a packed bus with others in your same position, all almost too nervous to see what was left in the aftermath. When the bus stopped at the drop off point, collective gasps were heard throughout. Your entire neighborhood had been destroyed. Buildings had just barely stopped smoking, if they were still standing, but most of it was pure rubble. Your apartment complex was completely gone; you weren't sure where it stood in the first place. You were so shocked at the sight that your seat mate had to nudge you out of your stupor before you both got left behind on the bus. You shakily stood and made your way outside; the odds of your dog surviving something like this were little to none. The wreckage mocked you as you began your futile search for any signs of life below the mangled concrete. You didn't even bother calling her name--you didn't want to disturb the dead. Up ahead, you heard a voice talking and you went to check out what was going on. You figured you'd do more good helping your fellow humans than grieving at the moment. As you got closer, you noticed the person was a member of the Defense Force! You hurried, eager to help with whatever they needed; it was only fair of you to try and return the favor after they saved countless lives less than an hour ago. You took note of the black, spiky hair the person was sporting and your breath hitched in your throat when you made the connection to who you were approaching.

"Um, excuse me? Captain Narumi?" you called out, causing him to jump.

"Ah! You scared the shit outta me," he replied, starting to turn around.

"I'm so sorry!" you responded, embarrassed at how you were making a total fool of yourself. "I was seeing if you needed help with anything. I live-well, used to live, here, and I--" You stopped. Narumi had faced you and you were taken aback by both his handsome face and the dog he was holding in his arms.

"Shredder?" you asked, your voice wavering. The dog jumped out of his arms and up into yours, licking your face. You triple checked the collar and tags to make sure you weren't dreaming, but indeed, you were holding your beloved pet. You snuggled into her fur, not caring that you were almost sobbing in front of one of Japan's strongest soldiers. You tore yourself from your reunion to thank the man who had saved your dog, and you were surprised for the umpteenth time that day when you saw Narumi discreetly wiping at his eyes. Was he... crying with you?

It's good to know that under their tough exteriors, these guys do have hearts.

"You named that Shredder?" he grumbled, pointing an accusatory finger at the happy go lucky Maltese in your arms.

You let out a laugh for the first time that day. "Isn't she just the most ferocious thing you've ever seen?"

"Lemme guess. I have to find another dog of yours named Cupcake that weighs 200 pounds," he teased with a small grin, making you laugh again. It was strange to be so happy in a place filled with all that destruction, but Narumi was really making you feel at ease.

"No, seriously, you don't have any more pets for me to save, right?"

"That's right. She's all I got," you told him. "Thank you. For everything you've done today. We all owe you and your team any sort of favor you could think of for saving us and many of our family members. Human and otherwise."

Narumi let out a humorless chuckle, gently petting Shredder on the head. "We're just doing our job."

You studied the way his two toned hair reflected the sun and highlighted his face in a way that could only be described as angelic. His sharp features were softened by the sweet look he had as he practically cooed at your dog and you liked being treated to this front row seat of the revered Gen Narumi acting so... normal. You didn't realize you were staring until his eyes met your own, you both looking away shyly as blushes crept onto your faces. He cleared his throat, his attention on the broken road beneath his feet.

"It's kinda dangerous over here so if your dog was the only thing you were looking for right now, you should probably head back and wait for next directions," he said, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, you're right," you agreed, nodding. He nodded back in the silence.

"Um, it was nice to meet you..." he trailed off.

"Y/n," you replied.

"I'm Gen."

"I know."

"Oh. Right," he chuckled awkwardly. "Okay, well, I'll see you around? Sometime?"

"I'd love that," you told him, and you bid each other goodbye. Before he got too far away, though, you were struck with a sudden thought.

"Wait! I don't have a house!" you yelled. Gen turned around, obviously confused by your announcement.

"I won't live here for awhile," you clarified, "so I don't know if you'll see me around this area by chance for a long time. I also, uh, don't have a kitchen, so... would you like to go to dinner with me? Tonight?"

His eyes widened ever so slightly. "Like a date?"

"Yes? Maybe? Only if that's okay with you?"

It seemed as if your sudden confidence left you high and dry and you nervously cuddled Shredder as you awaited Gen's answer.

"I know a great ramen place not too far from here that wasn't destroyed. They allow dogs, too," he finally responded, and your heart skipped a few beats from his kind demeanor and consideration for Shredder. After exchanging contact information, Gen had to get back to work, but he kept a close eye on you to make sure you made it safely to the designated safe zone for evacuees.

You may have lost all of your belongings, but that day, you gained something better:

Gen Narumi's heart.

[felixtrash469-blog]

Gen Narumi x F!Reader - Fakers

Gen Narumi x F!Reader (Y/N usage) 

5.5K words

Fluff, Smut, angst. 

Heading into the base proved to be nerve-wracking, more then initially thought. I stood looking towards it, head held high, proudly displaying my name badge and title;

‘(First name)(Last name) 

Fortitude researcher’

Hasegawa, vice Captain of the first division, stood at the entrance, awaiting my arrival. Hasegawa met me halfway between us before providing a formal greeting and welcome. Following him into the base, Hasegawa explained the layout of the building before providing me with the schedule of today's meeting. A small sigh escaped his lips when he spoke the name of the captain of the first division, offering an apology for what I might experience with him and asking me to not pass judgment on the rest of the team based off Captain Narumi, the first meeting scheduled.

Stopping in front of the two wooden doors, Hasegawa reached up and knocked rather harshly before calling out to the captain. When no answer was received, the look of irritation passed Hasegawa’s face and he pushed on the doors. The room was dark and smelled rather strong. Looking closer, there was wrappers and cans littered over the floor, Yamazon boxes created a wall between the view of the door and the presumed desk behind it. Off to the side was a messy bed and a couch filled with rubbish in front of a tv surrounded by consoles. Squinting my eyes to adjust to the dark room, I found a figure leaning against the boxes, hand-held console strewn to the side. The figure looked towards the door at the intrusion of light. I noticed his two-tone hair of black and silver creating a fringe just above his eyes. His eyes looked blood-shot, a range of reasons possible. 

“Hasegawa” The voice came out in more of a whine then a word. “Close the damn door, and while you’re here, lend me some money.” 

Hasegawa looked ready for murder. The man glared at man before walking over and picking up the man by his collar. 

“Is this the way you greet the new staff? I warned you (Last name) was arriving today. I sent you a text message, I woke you up. What more can I do? Have you even showered?” 

At the last comment, Hasegawa’s nose wrinkled at the, most likely, ripe smell that came from the man clad in gray sweatpants that had seen better days judging by the stains. 

“I don’t care for your work politics. I’ll meet them, when they prove themselves.”

With that, I leaned forward, giving a little wave of my hand and a false smile gracing my face. 

“Hasegawa, this seems to be a waste of your time and mine, shall we leave captain Narumi to wallow in the heap of sadness?”

Hasegawa dropped Narumi and made his way to me. He gave the captain one last look of disappointment, before shaking his head and closing the door. He started walking and I matched his strides. 

“Well, at least this base is interesting, much better then the sticklers from my previous division.”

Hasegawa hummed in agreeance at my comment about the 5th division. He came to a stop when we reached a staircase. 

“Up there is probably one of the best lunch spots in the whole base. It’s a rooftop with benches that overlook the ocean. The lunch room with bento boxes is around the corner. Head left and take a right at the second doorway. You have an hour left until your next meeting.I’ll meet you here at 10 minutes to.”

I watched a Hasegawa walked back down the hallway before following the directions to the lunch room. I reviewed the board of options for lunch. I had trouble deciding between two options. I settled on getting both and saving one for dinner.

I made my way up to the rooftop as directed by Hasegawa. The sun was harsh on my eyes when the door swung open. The salty wind from the ocean hit my nostrils, giving me a sense of peace. I stepped out and waited for my eyes to adjust to the natural light. Once they had adjusted, a range of smaller buildings leading towards the deep blue ocean greeted me. Sitting on the seat and opening my bento box, I watched as the waves lapped at the vibrant yellow sand. The bustle of Tokyo faded into the background as I ate. I thought over my father, the reason I moved to this division. I thought about how I had to see him while I still had the chance before his illness took hold of him.

Interrupting my thoughts, the door behind me opened with a loud bang as if someone had kicked it open. I swung my head around and was greeted with captain Narumi. He deeply frowned up at the sun and used a hand to shield his eyes from the barrage of rays being emitted his way. Narumi released a sigh before noticing my presence. He froze for a moment before making his way to me. He sat on the bench beside me, his deep breathing only just reaching my ears. It was both awkward to be here with him, not talking but it also still remained peaceful as we both peered at the view. 

The peace was broken by his stomach rumbling loudly. I looked over to him, the tips of his ears red in embarrassment.

“I apologise, I’m usually here alone and the smell of the bento box made me hungry.”

I looked down at my spare bento box before extending my hand in his direction, holding out lunch. 

“Take it, I couldn’t decide between the two and got a spare anyway.”

Narumi hesitated for a little before taking the box out of my hand, opening it and smelling deeply. I licked the saltiness of the wind off my lips before speaking again.

“Is there a reason you didn’t bring lunch if you were hungry?”

“I spent all my money on the limited edition figure that came out this month.”

“That’s why you asked Hasegawa to lend you money?”

“It’s only until next week when we get paid again!”

“Instead of borrowing it, how about I provide you a way to earn it?”

Narumi’s head snapped in my direction as he eyed me suspiciously.

“I need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend every now and then. I’ll pay you well, we don’t have to do anything inappropriate and we won’t be working directly together. Look, my name badge says fortitude researcher. I work in the lab and find out the reason for the fluctuations in fortitude from the Kaiju. Just think about it, if you agree, I’ll give you more details. Swing by my office if you want to take me up on it.”

Narumi continued to stare at me, I assumed mulling over my proposition. I packed up my rubbish before waving a farewell and leaving him to his thoughts. 

I sat in my office in the lab, decompressing from all the meetings. I sunk a little more in my chair sighing. A small knock at my open door was the only thing that brought my eyes to open.

“I feel the same after meetings, they’re really bad, huh?”

The two-toned captain looked in my direction, gesturing to my posture. 

“I guess you could say that, what brings you to my office at this hour?”

The clock ticked beside his head, showing 9 pm.  

“I want to know more information.” Narumi shut the door and pulled out the seat across from me.

“First of all, everything that is said here is confidential. I don’t want other staff knowing about this. As for the role, I need you to come with me to visit my father and pretend to be my boyfriend. If he likes you, it will most likely be a weekly thing, if he doesn’t, it will be monthly. I’ll pay you $100 a night and I’ll make your lunch every day so that you don’t starve in the meanwhile. I’ll need you to act affectionately, possibly having your arm around me, holding my hand and in moments, kiss my forehead or cheek, all though those will be limited. If this is too much, please let me know now. Otherwise, do you have any questions?”

“Why do you need to hire someone to do this?”

“My father believes that I have a partner and he wants to meet him. I need to hire someone to act lovey-dovey with me.”

“Why don’t you just get a boyfriend?”

“My father is ill and doesn’t have the time for me to go out and fall in love.”

“Why did you choose me?”

“You seemed driven by money and not much else from my first impression, so I’m assuming you will keep this strictly business like I want to.”

“Why does your father think you have a partner?”

“That question is off limits.”

“One last one, when do we start?”

“Two days from now. Be ready at 5pm and meet out the front of my office. We’ll head to my father’s house from there.”

“I look forward to doing business with you.”

We shook hands before Narumi left. I sighed as I sunk back into my chair. Pulling out my phone, I messaged my father to let him know that my partner would be joining us for dinner. I hoped that all went smoothly before getting up to go to my dorm to cook lunch for both Narumi and I for the next day. 

The next two days were uneventful, filled with work, only seeing Narumi when handing him lunch. When 5 pm rolled around, Narumi was outside my door, dressed in a fresh pair of black skinny jeans and a tight fitting blue shirt. His hair was slicked up, the same way I had seen him on TV so many times. He smelled of spiced apple and the smallest hint of fresh mint when he greeted me. I was impressed with how well he cleaned up. I watched him giving me a once over, taking in my cream knitted shirt and faded jeans. 

“Are we going to your old mans house now?”

I nodded, closing my office door behind me and walking towards the exit of the base. We reached my father’s house, giving a soft knock. I braced myself, hearing his footsteps approaching the door, remembering the excitement he was buzzing with over text message. The door flung open and I was greeted with my father’s exhausted face. He looked worn down and exhausted, a clear sign of his illness besting him these days. He reached out to hug me, welcoming me in, before extending a hand to Narumi for him to shake. 

“Welcome to my home son, come in.”

Narumi stepped in after me, my father closing the door behind both of us. I led us down the hallway to the dinning room. I took a seat, Narumi mimicking my actions beside me and my father sitting across from both of us. Small talks of how everyone was exchanged, with my father frequently looking over at Narumi. 

“I think I might go get started on dinner, Gen, dad, are you two okay to get acquainted while I cook?”

I received a nod from both as I rounded the corner. I could hear the conversation start. 

“So son, what’s your name?”

“Gen Narumi, Gen is written with the Kanji for string and Narumi is made up of the characters Naru for ringing and Mi for ocean. Should I refer to you Mr (Last name)?”

“Please, (Dad’s first name) is fine. Say, are you the one I always see on TV with the Kaiju?”

“That would be me, yes.”

“Wow, I didn’t expect my daughter to be able to bag a big shot like you! Honestly, she rarely tells me anything about you. I would hear that she went out with her partner every now and again but when she stopped mentioning you a month ago, I just assumed you had broken up. I’m so happy to finally meet you.”

“I’m sorry to shock you like that sir, I promise we’re still going as strong as we previously were.”

“So, after three years of avoiding me, I assume you’re here to ask for my daughter's hand in marriage?”

“Dad! Stop freaking him out. I told you he is always busy with work.”

I could hear my dad’s laughter echo throughout the house. Dad and Narumi continued a light-hearted conversation about work, hobbies and interests while we ate dinner. At the end of the night, my father hugged us both, asking Narumi to not be a stranger and arranging for us to meet up again next week. 

Narumi and I walked back to base in the brisk night. 

“Your dad is really nice.”

“Yeah, he’s always been really friendly but I think he’s extremely happy to finally meet a partner of mine.”

“He said three years, did you have a partner of two years that refused to meet him?”

“That depends, are you wanting to continue this arrangement?”

“I plan to continue, I already spent the $100 you gave me on Yamazon. I also think it’s good for your dad.”

“I appreciate that. I did have a partner, we were together for just over three years. He never met my dad once.”

“Why not?”

“He said he wasn’t ready to meet parents yet. Apparently it would make it too serious.”

“Too serious? After three years? What a jerk.”

“Says the arrogant man that didn’t want to know me until I was offering him money.”

Narumi laughed beside me as I nudged his side. The rest of the walk was filled with Narumi discussing his current game he was invested in. 

The following days were filled with my dad texting me about how much he liked Narumi and wished he met him sooner. I passed on the messages when I handed Narumi his lunch. We slowly got closer, having inside jokes based off what my dad said, spending a night gaming together over online platforms and eating on the rooftop together when the days were especially nice. 

The weeks came and went. Narumi grew closer to my father and I. The visits became more frequent but Narumi rejected me paying him more, offering a gaming night in exchange for spending time with my father. I could see their happiness grow with each visit together, my father would muster up all his energy just to spend time with Narumi. His smile would grow even more when we would show up with hands held together. He would pretend not to notice each time Narumi’s arm snaked its way around my waist when we all stood talking in the kitchen or the way he would kiss my forehead each time he took the dishes from the table to the sink. I knew my father would pretend not to notice but the way he’d glance in my direction after with a soft smile made me know that he approved. It gave warmth to my heart seeing the little twinkle in the corner of his eye. 

I tried to pay no mind to how the warmth would fade on the way home when Narumi would drop his hand from mine. I constantly reminded myself how this was just a business transaction. I would never again get involved with someone from any division, but especially not my current assigned one. I just needed to play happy couple for my father. I could grin and bear it all for my father.

On an unimportant Wednesday, I received a message from my father, asking me and Narumi to visit. I received confirmation from Narumi that he could attend after work. 

We arrived, hand in hand to my father’s place. When my father opened the door, I could see that today was a particularly bad day for him. We both greeted him before making our way to the dinning room. I went to sit down, when my father gave me a look that was almost pleading and nodded towards the kitchen. He wanted to speak to Narumi alone, it made me extremely nervous. Never-the-less, I announced I was going to the kitchen, receiving a small peck on the forehead from Narumi and making my way. 

When in the kitchen, I started preparing dinner, straining my ears in the meanwhile to try to get the gist of the conversation. I stopped when I heard my father talk about how he didn’t have much time left. It was too much to listen to, I instead focused on cutting the vegetables. 

Dinner was mostly filled by light-hearted conversation between Narumi and my father. Narumi did the dishes in the end before we went back to base together, wishing a farewell to my father. On the way back, Narumi didn’t release my hand this time. He held my hand tighter each time I tried to pull away. Finally looking up at him, I could see his eyes avoid mine. 

“Come game in my room tonight. I’ll get us both a day off tomorrow.” 

I felt my heart rate pick up. Game? In his room? No one else but the two of us? I couldn’t say anything, in fear that my voice would crack, instead opting for a nod to show my agreement. 

Reaching back to base, I quickly ducked to my room to shower, put on some more comfortable clothes and grabbing my console before making my way to Narumi’s room. I glanced at the doors before gently knocking with my free hand. Narumi opened the door, still in his jeans and shirt from the night, his hair still slicked back. Narumi stood to the side, welcoming me into the room. 

Instead of showering, Narumi had made a blanket fort for us on his couch, in front of the TV. He grabbed my free hand in his and lead me over to the couch, sitting us both down. I couldn’t help but notice the proximity between us. I felt my leg pressed against his, his arm behind my shoulders and resting on the couch. I could clearly smell the intoxicating scent of his spiced apple cologne. I could feel the tips of my ears heat up and held my breath to slow down my heart rate. 

“I know you brought your console, but I have two controllers, I thought maybe we could play a two player game?”

I nodded and placed my console on the ground. Narumi got up to get both controllers and I felt an almost longing at his warmth being removed. Narumi sat a little more away when he brought back the controllers, handing one my way. I spared a glance at him before flicking my eyes to the TV. Narumi pressed start on the game after I had curled up comfortably on the couch. Narumi continued to sit up, leaning forward when he was losing and the game got intense. I could see him shift his eyes on me for a moment when I was really invested in the game. 

“You remember how your old man spoke to me tonight?”

“Yeah, what was that about?”

“He told me a bit about his illness. He explained what it was and that the doctor’s suspect he might not have long left, as you already know.”

“Oh. I’m sorry he’s told you that. I know this is business for you.”

“No, no. It’s fine. Anyway, he said that he could see that you really love me. He also said he really approves of our relationship.”

“Pfft, that old man, he doesn’t know what he’s seeing anymore.”

“Regardless of that, he gave me something.”

“Something?”

Narumi paused the game, pulling something out of his pocket. Now that I was looking at him, the awkwardness became apparent again. When I could finally see what was in his hand, I didn’t know what to say.

“He asked me not to leave you. He gave me the ring he gave your mum so that I could propose to you. It doesn’t feel right for me to hold on to this.”

Narumi reached the ring out to me. I slowly took the ring from his hands. I looked over it multiple times, admiring the shine of the ring in the TV light. Without realising, a tear rolled down my cheek at the look of the ring. I didn’t notice until I saw Narumi reaching over. His thumb wiped the tear off my cheek. I flushed, realising how he was leaning over me. One hand of his held his weight, while the other still rested on my cheek. His face was mere inches from mine and his body was so close that I could feel the heat radiating off him. I stopped moving, his eyes flickered to mine. I could see the small details of Narumi now. The red in his eyes was vibrant, the slim show of black hair that came through his silver undertone, the light dryness of his pink lips. My breath hitched. God how I wanted to kiss him. How I wanted to feel his body heat warming me as his hand caressed my face.

“You’re staring.”

I gulp slightly, now more aware of all the things I could feel. The ring burned in my hand as I thought about Narumi. I just kept staring at him, watching his eyes shift over me, hoping he couldn’t hear my heartbeat. 

As if in slow motion, Narumi dipped his head until his lips met mine. The kiss made the butterflies in my stomach go mad and my head feel dizzy. Narumi didn’t break the kiss, instead he attempted to open my mouth to let him in. I slowly parted my lips, letting Narumi explore. When he pulled away, his face was close enough for me to feel his breath fanning my face. His eyes searched mine for hesitation. When he found none, he sat up and pulled my arms with him so I sat up as well. 

He leaned more into me, connecting our lips again. Nothing else was there in the moment but the pure giddy I felt to finally be kissing the captain of the first division. Until it clicked. The captain. Of the first division. 

I pushed Narumi away abruptly. He gave me a look of confusion, not understanding what the difference between now and a moment ago was. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“I shouldn’t have pushed it.” Narumi looked to the side, almost ashamed of himself.

“No, it’s not that I don't want to. Trust me, I really really want to. I just can’t. I promised myself i wouldn’t. 

Narumi refused to look my way. I took it as a sign that my time here has expired. I grabbed the ring and my console before leaving. I felt the sting of rejection and guilt. The guilt of feeling things only Narumi should be feeling. I cried myself to sleep that night, everything of the day being too overwhelming. 

For the next month, Narumi avoided me. He didn’t answer any texts, was only in the same room as me for meetings and refused to answer the door when it was knocked on. I had no official reason to see him, so I didn’t get to apolgise. My father seemed increasingly concerned each time I came over without Narumi and the excuse of ‘work is busy’. My father didn’t push me though.

Another month marched on in a similar fashion. Narumi had still avoided me. I went through many emotions, upset, angry (He is acting like such a child), longing, anything to get me through the period of losing someone that became almost like a best friend. Someone I had let my feelings grow for. 

I sat in my office, the day done with work, when there was a knock at my door. I shot up, thinking it was Narumi. Hasegawa’s head popped through the door. 

“Can I steal a moment?”

“I have to say, work finished an hour ago, but sure.”

“I’m here in a personal capacity.”

My eyebrow raised at his statement and I gestured towards the seat in front of me. I waited for Hasegawa to speak. 

“Truthfully, I don’t know what went on between you and Captain Narumi, I don’t care to know either. But what I do know, is that for the past two months, Captain has been moping all the time. He acts strange whenever you walk past or your name is mentioned. In the past month as well, he has had me start to obtain things from your personnel file. I am telling you this, because I don’t believe he is obtaining these for professional purposes.”

“What types of things do these files that he can access obtain?”

“Previous employment records, length of employment, capability testing and your HR files, such as if you have needed to use our resources, why you left your last division, etc.”

I could feel my heart sink at the last sentence. Why I left my last division. The nightmare of the fifth division has plagued me since I left. 

“Thank you for your consideration, Hasegawa.”

“In exchange, please assure you aren’t too harsh on him when you patch things over. If you patch things over. Goodnight.”

I sat in my office after Hasegawa left, thinking over the previous division. The memory of my previous partner flashed in my mind. I shook away the thought, remembering would only hurt me. 

A further week went on without any word from Narumi. He continued to avoid me. It hurt each time I saw him in the halls, returning from a Kaiju execution. His crimson eyes glimmered in full display when his bangs were up each time I saw him brag about how well he had done. His eyes would dull, if they landed on me, the hurt of rejection showing with the wounds to his pride from our night alone. 

On a Friday, he had returned from a mission, bragging loudly in the halls about how a girl ran up to him to give him her number. He glowered with his team. When his eyes met mine, a small lift of his lips ensued. A smirk graced his face and a small flick of his wrist, brought my attention to the paper in between his fingers. I left the hall, deciding against saying anything to him. 

In the shower that night, I grew my determination. I got dressed and made my way to Narumi’s room. I knocked on the door before immediately opening it. Narumi stood in the middle of the room, towel hung around his waist, hair slicked up and dripping, his chest bare for the world to see. I felt my determination waive, seeing Narumi half naked. We stood, both staring in shock at each other. I broke myself out of my trance, closing the door behind me and walking up to him. 

“Gen Narumi, I know I hurt your feelings but do you care to explain why you’re decided to avoid me for TWO whole months?”

“You? Hurt my feelings? Don’t kid yourself. It was just a bit of fun and I didn’t want to deal with the awkwardness. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date.”

“If it was just fun, then why did you poke around in my file. I know you want to know why I left division five.”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Hasegawa ratted you out. He told me you were looking through my file.”

“That bastard. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Yes. It does. If it doesn’t matter, why avoid me? Why do you seem so angry now.”

“You want the truth?”

“Please, that's all I ask for.”

“You didn’t even give us a chance. You brought me into your life, you introduced me to your dad, you asked me to kiss you and hug you, you looked at me like I was someone special to you. But that wasn’t enough. You threw what we had away because of your stupid ex-boyfriend. Because he cheated on you, you believe we’re all going to do that or something? You think we’re all going to cheat and break up and turn the whole base against you. I’m mad because you didn’t even try to let me change your mind.”

I stared at Narumi for a little, unsure what to say. When I couldn’t find the strength to argue back, I stepped towards him until I was close enough to wrap my arms around his waist. 

“I’m sorry Gen. I should have thought about it. Will you give me the chance I failed to give you?”

I felt droplets of water fall on my head as he sighed. 

“Man, my date is going to be pissed I canceled.”

“You can go, I’ll stay here and save over your progress on your games.”

“Don’t think you’re off the hook. You still need to prove you’re willing to give us a chance first.”

Narumi unwraps my arms, taking my hand in his again and pulling me to the couch. Narumi lays down, pulling me on top of him. He grabs the controller and puts on a show in the background. I sit myself up on his stomach, looking down. 

“Do you think you could maybe get dressed before we cuddle?”

“Why? Does seeing me this way turn you on?”

“And if it does?”

Narumi didn’t hesitate to grab the collar of my shirt and pull me down into a kiss.I felt his hand that he had previously placed on my waist, make its way under my shirt to grope me. Through the towel, I felt a slight poke on my thigh that was growing bigger by the second. When Narumi was fully erect, he broke the kiss.

“If it turns you on so much, then be my good girl and help me out.”

I nodded hungrily, getting off Narumi and kneeling on the ground in front of him. Narumi put one leg either side of me and allowed me to unwrap the towel that hung on his waist. When the towel was unwrapped, I gasped at the sight. Narumi seemed unbelievably hard, the vein on his length was prominent and the top leaked pre-cum from us kissing. 

I flattened my tongue and ran it across the head, tasting him. Following the same pattern, I took the head in my mouth, using my spit to lubricate his length as my head continued to go lower. I gripped my hand at the base of his shaft, moving my head while sucking. Before long, Narumi’s hand was gripping my hair, while whispering ‘oh fuck (first name)’ ‘god this feels so good’ ‘don’t stop’, followed by a round of guttural moans. When I could feel his grip tighten and his hips start to rock, I pulled away. Narumi looked down with disappointment, muttering about how I looked so good with his dick in my mouth. 

Narumi’s look of disappointment quickly changed when I stood up and slid my pants and underwear down. Narumi couldn’t stop staring as I did a small strip tease while taking off my shirt, Narumi pumping his length while I did so. I stumbled onto his lap. Narumi was quick to lean back, attempting to line himself up. When he was aligned, I slowly slid down, Narumi throwing his head back, moaning. I gently bounced on his lap while readjusting to fit him inside. When I started picking up speed, Narumi attacked my collarbones, leaving love bites and traces of himself. The closer Narumi got, the more dirty talk he would use, telling me how I was his good girl and he was the only one that is allowed or even could fuck me this good. My moans got louder when his thumb roughly started rubbing circles on my clit. The feel of his fingers tugging me to the edge while his length continuously hit my g-stop was too much, but I was unable to stop, chasing my high. I started to feel the coil in my stomach come undone and my head start to go fuzzy, I stopped riding as vigorously. Narumi took over, thrusting up into me, finally pushing the last part of me over the edge. I didn’t realise until i had come down from my high that Narumi had also reached his. I could feel him throbbing inside me and the hot liquid lining me. 

We stayed in the same position for a while, Narumi still inside me, while we rested. Eventually, we got up to clean up. Both heading to the shower together. 

“Hey (First name), now that I’ve dicked you down that good, will you let me take you on a date?”

“I’ll consider it when you apologise to my dad for not visiting him.”

We both started splashing water at each other, giggling while doing so. 

“It’s been a long time since I’ve heard your laugh. I really missed you (First name).”

“I really missed you too Gen.”

[yonakuu]

۶ৎ- Don't be Shy Babe, Spend some More!⭑.ᐟ

Kaiju No. 8: Narumi Gen

Word Count: 1.2k+

Pairing: Narumi Gen x Reader

More Author's notes at the end, enjoy your reading!

۶ৎ In the vast blue sky, Clouds part to welcome a shooting star. In all it's beauty, adorns a royal purple as it inches closer and closer.

You'd be surprised at this phenomenon if it was your first time playing this game 'Genshin Impact'.

But no, You've been playing this retched game for a long time now. Grinding long and boring quests which offer little to no reward at all. Repeating daily commissions, explorations, and events. Only to receive not even one useful character constellation.

Four stars appear subsequently on the screen, showing the art of a weapon you've seen so many times before.

' Favonius Codex '

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That was the last pull you could do. Saved up Primogems out dry in a blink of an eye.

You don't know what to do now: Whether to roll around the floor in hysteria, to cry, to laugh or to just sleep and dream of wonderful things.

Like getting your favorite character.

"Ouh, that sucks." What a half assed response to that life ruinous occurrence- drawled by an individual of black locks with pink highlights. Which also peeped at your phone and witnessed... Whatever that nightmare was.

"Shut up Gen! You're so lucky it makes me sick.-" You gasp.

"- No no no you must've paid so much to get where you are now." Now pointing fingers to accuse him further.

"A sore loser too, I mean that's a skill issue babe." Narumi :3's at your frustration, easily riling you up. One of the plethora of skills he's most proud of.

With your mouth wide open at his words, you feel your jaw ticking. "I'll show you skill issue!" With a pillow in hand you pour all your rage from the months you've ground for those shiny primogems. Smacking it at him continuously in commemoration for all the blood, sweat and tears you've used up.

"Ahhh! Whats the big deal babe. It's not the end of the world- maybe the banner in a few minutes but come on." Trying to wrestle the pillow from your grip he does underhanded techniques. Another thing he prides himself in, of being able to get out of sticky situations especially on the field because he's that good.

But to be honest he's more scared of you than any kaiju. Especially when your bottomless pit of anger plummets to the all time low, maybe pacifying isn't his strong suit after all.

"There's one solution to that you know." With his serious work face on, he says directly to temper you down.

......It really is a good idea this time.

"Huh?" You tilt your head and show your skepticism. The pillow now out of your grasp due to those distracting words you hear him utter.

......

"Top up." He grins,

Jutting his jaw up proudly. Like he's solved the answer to the worlds greatest problem.

That kind of solution should've been expected. With all the Yamazon boxes sprawled in every corner of his room as a reminder.

Retail therapy is his go to problem solver then. (Honestly same)

"Don't you pin me out like you! I don't wanna become broke. I still have to buy stuff for our survival." Declining a bit too quickly for his liking.

Though he's still thankful for the added thought of him oh and the snacks you bring home- Oh great responsible partner, love of his life.

"But it's so cheap to get a welkin moon." Itching the side of his face, he deadpans. All so while gazing at his own account. Already maxed out on the current banners.

"Well I don't have a first division captain's salary now don't I?" A duh statement if you ask him- nobody has the biggest perks in this place but him!

"Butttt you are a very hard working individual- too hard working actually. So you can make up the loses. Plus you're very very responsibl-" He continues his yapping to why you should waste your money on a stupid gacha game, every word and praise coming out of his mouth you try to ignore.

But if it's something Narumi Gen isn't? Is someone who is quick to give up nor docile-

And.... his reasoning is starting to sound a little plausible now.

... Sigh, what a bad influence.

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You got the golden wishing star, bringing forth your desired character with it. But at what cost?

The beauty of this character- the voice lines, skills.

That's it? Once the adrenaline from gambling wears off life becomes meh again.

Narumi observes your defeated form with confusion. "If your so worried about the money you spent then take some back from my bank." He ushers in disbelief, Does this really bother you that much?

If so he'll take care of it.

He won't run out of money that fast. Ah he thinks....

But! When the time comes begging officer Shinomiya for money is no biggie.

"That's sweet babe, but I don't wanna have you dirt poor as much as It tempts me. You've still got alot of pending Yamazon orders last I checked."

-ack. The previous loving expression takes a detour on Narumi's face, turning into one like irk. Animating itself on his face.

No more like the five stages of grief actually.

"I would expect my lover to have more trust on me! You're starting to sound like those losers on social media- if you wanna break up with me just say so!" He mumbles, sulking as he pulls his blanket and wraps it around his sitting form.

"Your loss anyways." He mumbles with spite-

"Nah it's cause I love you too much babe!" You're quick to deter his claims of you, closing your distance with amusement.

"Hmm and next thing i'll know you'll have a hate account of me. Like them, get a life really." His eyes narrow in suspicion, his declarations only worsening.

Much to your offence,

"I'd fight them for you Gen, you know that. I'll right hook their hate so far they'll never see the face of the earth again!" You peck him on the cheek. Clearly talking doesn't penetrate his defenses that much. So a hands on approach is definitely the way to go.

"Tch you're super lucky I love you." Sarcastic as it is, he let's up his sulking to wrap his arms around you- in one tight hug.

It seems like he doesn't really believe you when you say that huh?

....Another sigh,

If only he knows you really do have a fan account of him fighting for his honor. A fact unbeknownst to every single person in your life, only in the shadows of your room there you work earnestly looking for no reward....

A downtime job when you aren't busy supporting your captain in the field eliminating kaiju.

It takes a lot of effort, even if you're fighting a losing battle you won't let up cause you know how much of a good person he is.

So your solution to this problem....

Is to gather more Fans of him! By letting the citizens see some super high quality compilations of Gen fighting kaijus in the coolest, flashiest angle on social media- which no normal paparazzi could capture n' post unless they're directly on the field with him. Showing how awesome he could be.

But that's a secret for another day. You'll just busy yourself in co-op with him in this game for now.

Without anybody knowing your hidden identity....

So basically, Reader being Batman. A crackfic IM SORRYYYYY.

Christmas break is gonna be over soon i'm losing my mind.

Please let the tags work on this one i'm gonna cry if it's broken like the Hoshina one. The gradients are a bit funky, but it's a problem for another day ya'll. Promise it will be fixed :>

[seigeocs]

Ships and Characters

Skyrim

My OCs + their ships. Farkas Vilkas Brynjolf

Fallout 3 Butch Cross Jericho Charon

Fallout New Vegas (if it’s not obvious, I really like the ladies in NV) Boone Lily Bowen Raul Cass Veronica

Fallout 4 All of the romance options Deacon Maxon The Raider bosses in Nuka World except the Black siblings

Fallout (TV Series) Ghoulcy Maximus x Lucy

Destiny 1 Any of my OCs Siobhan x Emyr Siobhan x Shaxx Siobhan x Uldren

Destiny 2 Any of my OCs Siobhan x Crow Siobhan x Shaxx

Dragon Age: Origins Any of my OCs established ships F!Cousland x Anora, F!Warden x Leliana, F!Warden x Morrigan, M!Warden x Morrigan, M!Warden x Zevran, F!Warden x Zevran

Dragon Age: Awakening F!Cousland x Nathaniel Howe, F!Cousland/Anders, F!Warden x Varel

Dragon Age 2 I’ll write for any of the characters and ships in DA2.  My favorites are: F!Hawke x Fenris, F!Hawke x Isabela x Fenris, F!Hawke x Varric, M!Hawke x Fenris, M!Hawke x Fenris x Isabela

Dragon Age: Inquisition I like almost all of the ships.  I struggle to write Solas so he’s just not available unfortunately.  Not that I don’t like his character, I just suck at writing him. My OCs and their ships, Dorian x Bull are some of my favorite.  I also love writing interactions that don’t involve smut for the companions as well.

Dragon Age Veilguard (when it comes out as I’m trying to keep away from most of the game information)

Mass Effect F!Shep x Kaidan, F!Shep x Ashley, F!Shep x Garrus, F!Shep x Tali (DON’T CARE IF THEY WEREN’T OFFICIAL, THEY EXIST TO ME).

Mass Effect 2 F!Shep x Garrus, F!Shep x Thane, F!Shep x Zaeed, F!Shep x Garrus x Thane, F!Shep x Tali, F!Shep x Miranda, M!Shep x Jack

Mass Effect 3 Same ship as 1 and 2.  I also write F!Shep x James Vega but in the non creepy Citadel DLC way.  That doesn’t exist in my canon.

Stardew Valley I’ll write smut about many of the characters in the game.  My one farmer is shipped with Harvey and my other is shipped with Leah.  If you give me characters I’ll make it work.  My only line in the sand is I will not write any cheating.

BG3 *waves hand to OCs* I’ll write whatever for them and their ships.  If you request BG3 just give me some options and I’ll figure it out.

Helluva Boss* Established canon ships!  I am loving the angst with Blitz and Stolas right now.

Hazbin Hotel* Established canon couples, Angel Dust x Husker (mostly fluff for these two because Angel Dust needs it).  I won’t write Alastor in any romantic ships.

My Hero Academia*

I mostly write Reader insert fics for MHA.  I also write ships between characters too.  Platonic fluff, found family, sarcasm, and anything that is G to T rating is for every character.  My main ships: Midnight x Eraserhead x Mic Midnight x Eraserhead Mic x Eraserhead Fatgum x Mirko Fatgum x Hawks Fatgum x Eraserhead All Might x Eraserhead Mirko x Shigaraki (Don’t question it, I love the toxicity of it) Compress x Twice Twice x Hawks Hawks x Dabi

Demon Slayer*

My OC x Rengoku My Demon OC x Muzan Reader Inserts for all the over 18 characters I also write platonic found family for all the characters

Kaiju No. 8*

Hoshina is my absolute favorite character in this show. Kafka Hibino is a close second Narumi (omg the anime did him a disservice so badly) Eiji Hasegawa Haruichi Izumo Iharu Furuhashi Reno Ichikawa

Any any platonic, fluff, cute stuff with any of the characters

Haikyuu

As everyone in the main cast is over 18 by the end of the manga, I’ll write all the characters.  It’s mostly Reader Inserts but I’m open to OCs and character x character ships.

One Punch Man

Saitama Genos Atomic Samurai Blast Zombieman

[captain-hawks]

ooooh HI DEE how about narumi and hoshina with uhhhhhhh praise kink for spicy sleepover weekend!

(fuji!!!!!!!!! perfect idea. splendid. thrilled. i've been dying to explore this dynamic.)

soshiro hoshina x f!reader x gen narumi

c: 18+, smut, voyeurism, p in v, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), squirting, praise kink, spit kink - spitting in mouth

SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND — THREESOME EDITION!

“Hoshina’s so fucking lucky,” Narumi murmurs, lips hot where they’re pressed against the shell of your ear, his voice rough. “So fucking lucky he gets to see this every night.”

You can feel your boyfriend chuckle from where he’s laying between your spread legs, the sound of his amusement vibrating against your slick, dripping folds as he slides his tongue through your rapidly pooling arousal. 

“Every goddamn night, Narumi,” he chimes in, a little smug as you gasp when he slides a finger into your cunt, tongue dragging heavily across your throbbing clit. “Jealous?”

Narumi grumbles something unintelligible under his breath, something that sounds a lot like, “No fucking shit, asshole”—if you had to guess, that is. 

Soshiro may never let the Captain of the First Division live it down—the way you innocently let him flirt with you within an inch of his life for the entire three weeks that he spent visiting Tachikawa Base, pulling out every goddamn stop to get your attention.

—the gobsmacked look on his face when Soshiro offered him a fucking wink after unceremoniously interrupting one of your conversations to cup the side of your face and kiss you far more intimately than he normally would out and about on the base—

—the choked out, confused sound he made when Soshiro slung an arm around his shoulder the next day and casually asked if he wanted to watch the two of you fuck. 

(The way he was already half-hard in his sweatpants when he quietly slipped in through the door of Soshiro’s quarters later that night.)

And maybe it would’ve just been that, Captain Gen Narumi furiously stroking his cock while you and Soshiro had sex right beside him. 

But it was too much—Narumi’s already rough, wrecked tone as he watched you whimper and tremble under the thick stretch of Soshiro’s cock and groaned “Good girl” once your tight cunt managed to take him to the hilt. 

That, and the followed up, quieter, borderline reverent rasp of “Good fucking girl” when he watched how readily your lips parted as Soshiro thumbed at your bottom lip before spitting right into your open mouth. 

“Oh Narumi,” Soshiro had sighed fondly, cupping the back of your head, eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked into yours. “You said the magic words.”

Regardless of if he’d anticipated it tonight—he had to of, given the triumphant look on his face when you came so hard you nearly blacked out the other day after he rasped in your ear how good you’d look on both of their dicks at the same time—Soshiro had just shrugged fondly when you shuffled around into the position the three of you find yourselves in now. 

You’re fairly certain he’d probably let Narumi fuck you right now, if he wasn’t clearly having so much fun listening to the audible pout on the other man’s lips as he tries to be polite about the sizable erection resting against your ass (and fails, with a helpless twitch of his hips).

“You sound so pretty when you moan for him,” Narumi murmurs, thumb caressing your earlobe before his finger presses into the soft, sensitive spot on your neck directly behind it. 

(Unaware that the heat pooling in your abdomen is also from the cock drunk precipice you’re currently dangling from as you try to envision the fucking size of what’s inside of those obnoxious gray sweatpants he decided to wear.)

And as Soshiro continues to make a mess of your wet cunt, you can’t help but place a hand over the one that Narumi currently has wrapped against your ribcage, guiding it under your shirt to clasp your naked breasts.

“These feel even more goddamn perfect than they look,” he exhales, taking advantage of the way you’re currently exposing your neck to him to press a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of it; you shiver.

“You know what else feels even more perfect than it looks?” Soshiro asks, chin dripping with his saliva and your arousal.

You’d lean forward to kiss the boyish grin off of his face, if you weren’t currently arching and keening under Narumi’s exploratory touch.

The aforementioned Captain pauses, cocking his head to the side, and Soshiro reaches out, taking his free hand and placing it against your mound.

“Make her come,” Soshiro smiles, stretching upward to press a filthy kiss to your lips.

Narumi swears as he drags the pads of his fingers through your slippery, sticky folds, groaning at the way you press back into him harder as he slips two fingers inside of you.

Soshiro cradles the side of your face, a pleased hum climbing up his throat as you moan for both of them while he deepens the kiss.

And really, you’re not surprised at the sheer competence behind each squelching plunge, each pointed stroke of Narumi’s fingers that sends blistering pleasure pouring through your limbs and rattling down your nerve endings as he murmurs, “So perfect, fuck I think I’m gonna come.”

But it does catch you off guard—the intense, blinding tidal wave of pleasure that suddenly crashes over you when Narumi begins to play with your clit, too.

That, and the clear liquid that gushes out of your pussy while you come, squirting all over Narumi’s fingers and Soshiro’s thighs.

And afterward, when Narumi’s been reduced to breathing out, “Holy shit,” as Soshiro wipes you clean with a warm, damp, rag, it’s clear this won’t be a one time thing when your boyfriend turns to the Captain of the First Division and says—

“Well, Narumi, I think you still need to come.”

Waving a hand over the front of his pants, which you belatedly realize are incredibly damp, Narumi lets out a shaky laugh. “Been there, done that.”

Soshiro shrugs and casually replies, “Tomorrow night then, I guess.”

spicy sleepover masterlist

[qupidology]

[ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE] – GEN NARUMI

Pairing: Gen Naurmi(kaiju no 8.) x black fem!reader

cw: nsfw!!, afab!reader, reader is black!!, non-kaiju au, intense makeup session, fingering, degradation, overstimulation, daddy kink, teasing, gen likes seeing you cry, non-kaiju au, reader is a fashion designer and business owner & Gen is a professional e-sport gamer. i think i got them all!

note: MINORS, AGELESS/BLANK ACCTS DNI!!!! i know there aren't that many kaiju no 8. readers out there but i hope you all enjoy! This is my first time writing smut in a longggg time so i hope it's ok! also gen is a bit ooc i’m sorryyyy

“You got us tickets to where?” 

You were used to being taken on small trips throughout Japan with Gen during the year, it was one of his love languages you learned when you first started dating almost three years ago. Now as your third year anniversary was rolling around and Gen was in off season the two of you were cuddled up on the couch, you with a sketchbook in your hands and legs resting on his lap and Gen with his PS5 controller in his hands looking over at you with a smile bigger than ever. 

“I got us plane tickets to LA, we’re flying out in two days! You were talking about how you missed home these past few weeks so I thought it could be a fun thing we do for our anniversary.” 

He stroked your leg as he spoke and you slowly felt a smile growing on your own face. He had always listened but that still didn’t change the warm feeling that spread through your chest at this gesture.

“I love you, you know that?” The words slipped from your lips easily as you scooted your body closer to him and reached over running your hands through his two toned hair. 

You pushed his hair back revealing the silver underside before leaning in and pressing your lips gently against his. Gen hummed softly into the kiss, discarding his controller and game completely he pulled you onto his lap deepening the kiss eagerly. 

He drank in all the whimpers and moans that you let out aiming to get more of those beautiful sounds his hand slowly moved from your hips down to your clothed cunt. Pressing his thumb against your clit he rubbed it in circles and grinned against your neck as he watched Keondra’s head fall back and your hips rolling into his touch. 

“Gen, please more.” Fuck he loved the way you moaned his name. It was such an addicting sound that he would do anything to hear more and more. Giving into your pleas his hand snaked its way into your panties his fingers instantly slipping into your leaking cunt that accepted his fingers hungrily. 

He pumped his fingers his pace agonizingly slow just to hear the way you whined out for more. A lazy smile made its way onto his face and his fingers slowed even more. Your whines grew more desperate eyes locked with his own and brimming with tears. 

“Please please please please please,” You whimpered as you tried rolling your hips once more against his fingers but every time you did it he pulled his fingers out to just the tips and that lazy smile on his face grew more mischievous. The teasing was agonizing. The tears slowly started falling but you buried your face into his neck, refusing to let him see how needy you became so quickly. 

“Aw baby, you crying?” He cooed gently as his fingers plunged into your cunt again wasting no time to please his crying princess. With his fingers pumping in and out at such a vicious pace you could do nothing but moan out in pleasure. Your hands gripped his shirt as he assaulted your pussy ruthlessly with his fingers, chants of ‘yes’ mindlessly left your mouth whenever he curled his fingers hitting just the right area.

“So good princess, come on, if you can take daddy’s fingers you’ll get a reward okay?” His soft lulls mixed with the thrusts of his fingers was sending you over. 

“Wan’ cum…please daddy please.” You moaned out, your hips bouncing to meet his thrusts. Smiling his free hand gripped at the base of your locs and he tugged your head up earning a louder moan from her.

 “Look at me as you come, yea?” He whispered and kissed your cheek. You could barely even hear him through all the pleasure but you looked up at him through your hooded eyes. And in this moment you was so beautiful to him. Your tearstained face your fucked out eyes and your mouth that hung open as moans continued to leak out.

“Such a pretty little whore for me,” He smiled softly at your just before curling his fingers into your sweet spot and thrusting into it relentlessly. You could’ve sworn you saw stars as you felt your climax crash down onto her. Your eyes rolled back and your legs shook at how hard the climax hit her. Gen’s name stayed on your lips as if it were a prayer. 

“That’s right, princess,” Gen lulled gently his fingers slowing down but not coming to a stop as you rode out your high. Your body slumped against him and a small whimpers escaped you as you tried pulling away from his fingers but he easily forced your back down onto his fingers. 

“Why are you trying to pull away from me, don’t you want me to keep making you feel good beautiful?” He asked with a feign hurt look in his eyes. You shook your head and buried your face deeper into his neck, “Mm, gimme a second Gen we gotta start packing-" He hummed in thought as he started moving his fingers again.

“Wait-“ You let out a cry and bit against his neck trying to keep the moans from coming out of your mouth. Gen let out a throaty groan from the feeling of your teeth in his skin but that only made him want to go more. 

“We’ll pack after I’m done with you princess, now be quiet yea?” You didn’t have any time to protest, all you could do was grip tighter onto his shirt and try to raise your hips just a bit to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. Though Gen wasn’t fond of that. Each time you tried raising your hips his fingers chased after your and hit deeper each time, 

“You’re so cute like this you know that?” He chuckled before kissing your neck. His lips were so gentle you could almost melt into his touch but the soft kisses were only a temporary distraction from Gen slipping in another finger. You whined in pleasure and the sound went straight to his already hard dick. But right now he didn’t care about that, no, all he cared about was you and the way you cried out his name with every thrust. 

“Gen, need more. Need it so bad. Need you so bad.” You couldn’t think past the pleasure but all you knew was that this wasn’t enough, his fingers only made you crave something bigger, something more filling. 

“Need what, princess?” He purred out knowing good and well that you could barely form a coherent sentence right now and that only made you want to cry harder. 

“You, please please please, need your cock so bad, need you to fuck me so good.” 

“I thought we needed to pack.” He teased and slipped his fingers out of you before standing up off the couch, holding you securely by your ass that was now getting all the attention he believed it deserved. 

As he walked he kneaded the flesh as you kissed and bit along his neck all while rolling your hips against him earning a chuckle from him. 

“You’re so needy, princess, should I really give you what you want?” He teased but it was his fault you were this way. Whatever you wanted you always got it, no matter what and this wasn’t any different. 

You were his princess and whatever princess, wants princess gets. He bathed in the pecks you left along his neck, smiling as you started to tug the shirt he wore over his torso to have more access to his skin. He obliged, moving his head when you needed and let you toss the fabric across the hall as he pushed open the door to the two of your room.

Walking deeper into the room he tossed you onto the bed easily and grinned at the way you quickly changed your position on the bed. Your face buried into your arms as you arched your back and swayed your ass in the air. 

“Such a good girl.” He walked over to the bed, knees sinking into the mattress and his hand easily gripped your clothed ass. You looked back at him, eyes wide and pleading and that was more than enough for Gen to start tugging his sweatpants off. You watched his every movement, watched as he discarded them and his boxers closely afterward and licked your lips in anticipation. 

“Look at you eyefucking me like that,” He smirked while gripping the hem of your panties and tugged them up the cloth riding up your ass and hidden between the folds of your pussy earning the soft whimpers he loved so bad.

“Slut.” He simply said with a grin before bringing his free hand down on your ass harshly. 

The pleasure filled pain had you moaning like a bitch in heat and was the motivation to keep him going. He spanked your ass repeatedly until both cheeks were bruised and your face was buried into the comforter of the bed as you hid your tears. 

“You crying again, beautiful?” He asked as he rubbed your ass in a gentle manner to ease the burning flesh. “Mhm.” You managed to say, even though it was muffled by the comforter he knew exactly what you said. 

“You’ve been doing so good for me, ready for your reward?” You nodded your head as he gently pulled your panties down to your knees. He stared at how your beautiful cunt leaked, wanting nothing more than to watch your hole stretch and spasm around his cock. Feeling his cock twitch he knew he couldn’t wait any longer and listening to the way you begged underneath him he knew you couldn’t either. 

Lining up his tip to your hole he slowly pushed the tip in and groaned at the warmth of your walls welcoming him so happily, “Fuck,” he groaned under his breath before pushing his hips forward more until he bottomed out in you. 

If he wasn’t careful he could cum just like that. With his cock surrounded by the warmth of your walls, your pussy hugging him just right like it was made just for him, and at this point it might have well been. He knew just how to fuck you, what you loved and your pussy always swallowed him so eagerly he knew no one could have you but him. 

He pulled out until just the tip was in then snapped his hips forward the start of his relentless pace. Your moans filled the room as he fucked into you like you were just a hole. 

His hands gripping onto your hips to pull you back to meet his thrusts as he drilled into you, your sounds only motivating him to go deeper and harder than before. His eyes were glued on your hole, watching as his hips meet yours and the way a white ring started forming at the base of his cock. It was such an intoxicating sight, seeing how you two were connected and seeing instant results from the way he pleased you, to hear you beg for him to fuck you deeper and him comply just for your moans to get more frequent and needier. 

Tilting his head back he felt a familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach and groaned softly, “You doing good, princess?” He asked. 

“M’ doing good, daddy,” You managed to respond, it was lucky you could even hear him through your own moans and the sound of skin slapping. 

Good was an understatement for what you were feeling in that moment. The way he filled you up, the gentle degrading praises had you on cloud nine and you didn’t want to come down anytime soon but the way his tip kissed your cervix you felt yourself growing closer to your climax at such a rapid pace.

“Fuck Gen, I’m gonna cum,” You cried out your hips rocking back to meet each thrust trying to chase your high. “Me too baby,” He said softly and pressed a hand into the small of your back, pressing into it as he leaned forward his thrusts growing sloppier, eager to give you the release you begged for. 

“Cum inside please, please please, need you to fill me up.” You whined through moans and in that moment something in him snapped. “Fuck you’re such a slut you know that,” He groaned out and fucked you harder with energy he didn’t even know he had. 

You cried out at the overwhelming pleasure, feeling the coil snap your climax crashed down on you as he drilled into you ruthlessly. He leaned forward, his lips next to your ear so you now could hear his moans and groans with each thrust. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” He chanted as he felt your walls clench around him sending him over the edge. Thick white cum poured into your hole, filling it up, Gen groaned and fucked through the high. His hips slowing down as they rolled into you until he was satisfied. 

The pants from the two of you filled the room as he moved the two of you so you were laying with your back against his chest, his arms wrapped possessively around him and dick still buried in your cunt. Pressing a soft kiss against the back of your head he buried his face into your locs with a smile. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked and you hummed softly, “I’m good baby, but we really need to start packing.” You turned your head to look at Gen who just wore a lazy smile, “After one more round?” He smiled and you groaned. 

“And you call me the slut.” 

[rintarosluvr]

Narumi Gen.

[cyancherub]

back from the dead: masterlist ii

MAIN・M.LIST I・M.LIST III

fics may contain nsfw + dark content. read all individual warnings.

this masterlist contains works for the following:

demon slayer, chainsaw man, tokyo revengers, blue lock, kaiju no. 8, bakuten, tokyo ghoul, kuroshitsuji, kamisama kiss, saiki k, noragami, daiya no ace, fire force, fruits basket, magi, fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood, k project, high rise invasion, katekyo hitman reborn, dragon ball z, & d grayman

see masterlists i & iii for other fandom works.

— DEMON SLAYER

@/manjiken | muzan x reader x kokushibo

@/sluttybunny-lounge | haganezuka hotaru

@/cherrykamado | haganezuka hotaru

@/xxwearelovingescapesxx | giyuu

@/bakumu | zenitsu

— CHAINSAW MAN

@/uppermocns | hayakawa aki

@/honeyspalette | hayakawa aki

@blueparadis | yoshida hirofumi

piercings (1k, sfw)

@/arlerted | denji 

@/ambrodias | denji

@/nkogneatho | denji 

@/angeltani | angel devil

— TOKYO REVENGERS

@/whats-her-quirk | yamagishi kazushi

@/fionarara | yuzuha shiba

@/titan-fodder | sendo atsushi / akkun

exclusive (7.5k)

@/thewordfae | izana

@blueparadis​ | tachibana naoto

crescent impulse (1.5k)

— BLUE LOCK

@/saintdabi | shidou x reader x sae

@/zenaiide | shidou ryusei

@/katboykiyo | seishiro nagi

— KAIJU NO. 8

@/venussins | narumi gen

@/zenaiide | hoshina soshiro

@/chickentendieboi | narumi gen

@/chickentendieboi | hoshina soushirou

— BAKUTEN

@/mitsuyaya | misato ryoya

@/kirakirasaku | futaba shotaro (sfw)

— TOKYO GHOUL

@/mydisenchantedeulogy | kirishima ayato

@/izukulus | juuzou

@/thegetoufather | amon

— KUROSHITSUJI / BLACK BUTLER

@/laudthingcat | sebastian michaelis

@/manjiken | prince soma x reader x agni

@/kimmytrash | claude

— KAMISAMA KISS

@/dilftoru | kurama + tomoe

@/streimiv | tomoe

— SAIKI K

@/rickys-crypt | kaido shun

@/anime-fanfics-i-write | aren kuboyasu

— NORAGAMI

@/kodzucafe | yato

— DAIYA NO ACE

@fuwafuruya | kuramochi yoichi

@/cyuus | chris yuu

— FIRE FORCE

@/fuwushiguro | shinmon benimaru

@/c-qcatwrites | shinmon benimaru

— FRUITS BASKET

@/xxwearelovingescapesxx | sohma kyo

no matter what

@/fionarara | sohma hatsuharu

— MAGI

@/des-the-girl | sinbad

@/xxwearelovingescapesxx | judar

in the middle of the night

— FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST: BROTHERHOOD

@/hhawks | roy mustang

gunpowder empires (10.5k)

@/prettyiwa | roy mustang

@/starryenigma | solf j kimblee

hate you, want you (3.8k)

— K PROJECT

@/chickentendieboi | mikoto suoh

— HIGH RISE INVASION

@kotarosgirl​ | yayoi kusakabe

planets and galaxys! (2.8k)

@miinximii​ | aikawa

— KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN

@/kirishimasgirl | xanxus

@/killerdabi | yamamoto takeshi

— DRAGON BALL Z

@/xxwearelovingescapesxx | gohan 

@/xxwearelovingescapesxx | future trunks

@/delirieum | goten + trunks

— D GRAYMAN

@/fatalwarmth | tyki mikk

[anime-allover]

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Requests are Closed!

🚫 meaning: not taking them anymore

~Who I do~

🚫JJK: Gojo, Megumi, Sukuna, Itadori, Toge, Toji

Sk8: Reki, Langa, Miya, Cherry, Joe (only for headcanons), Tadashi

Soul eaters: Soul, Black☆Star, Death the kid, Mifune, Stein, Lord death(only for headcanons), Spirit, Crona, Asura

Fairy Tail:Natsu(also the Earth land) Gray(Earth land as well), Loki, Sting, Zeref, Cobra, Rogue

Naruto: Naruto, Sasuke, Minato, Neji, kakashi

🚫Death note: L, Light

🚫Tears of themis: Luke (he will NOT be your childhood friend, Rosa have already took that spot) Vyn, Artem, Marius

🚫Blue Lock: Nagi, Sae, Rin, Ego, Bachira, Chigiri, Hiori, Nanase, Isagi

Hamatora: Nice, Murasaki, Birthday, Ratio, Art

Danganronpa THH, 2 & v3: Byakuya, Makoto, Nagito, Fuyuhiko, Hajime, Izuru, Kazuichi, Rantaro, Shuichi, keebo, Kokichi, kaito(Played the game, never watched the anime)

Spy x Family: Loid Forger, Yuri

Kaiju 8-gou (caught up with manga): Gen Narumi, Soshiro Hoshina, Kafka Hibino(headcannons only), Iharu Furuhashi(headcannons only), Leno Ichikawa

Persona 5 royal(game not finished): Akira, Ryuji

The Ssum: June, Henri

~I do~

One shots

Headcanon (At most 4 characters max)

Fluff

Angst to fluff (I have a soft heart)

Text messages

GN!Reader

Fem!Reader

~I don't do~

Nsfw

Full angst

Match ups

Character x oc

Character x Character

Character x Reader x Character

Any type of incest

Suicide

Self-harm

Religion/beliefs

I can delete any request if I feel uncomfortable to do, so please be respectful

Finding something anime related

Watching Kaijuu 8 get animated