#ichikawa x reader smut

[lumiambrose]

✰ chilling stakes

kinktober 24 - day ten

featuring: reno ichikawa x f!reader

summary: bearing a number's suit comes with plenty of health risks for its user, so it's routine for newer officers to receive checkups post-mission. during your shift with reno, you seem to get distracted as he shows you his suit's full capabilities.

tags: smut, p in v, temperature play, fingering, praise, petnames (sweetheart, baby)

wc: 2.2k

bearing weapons suit 6 is no easy task. it shreds years off your lifespan and puts your body in excruciating pain. which is why reno always finds himself in the operations room after every mission for a screening. it’s nothing over the top, just a routine checkup done by an operations team member to make sure all his vitals are in check.

according to schedule, it’s your turn to run officer ichikawa’s checkup. he’s lazing on one of the patient beds in the laboratory as you’re typing away on the console in front of you.

in all honesty, you’re a little nervous. it’s not your first time running ichikawa's checkup, but you always get so nervous around him. you’ve looked up to him since he joined the defence force, growing at an inhumane speed and even obtaining the sixth number’s suit. you can’t help but feel your heart rate speed up whenever you're in his vicinity.

you steal a glance at him, trying not to be too obvious, but it’s hard to focus on your job when he’s right there. one arm is draped over his forehead while the other rests on his chest as he relaxes on the patient bed.

“you alright?” his voice breaks the silence. his eyes flicker open, catching yours, making you quickly look away as your cheeks heat up.

“of course! just… setting things up,” you mumble away, clearing your throat as you approach him with a small device in hand. “you know the drill, right?”

“mhm,” he slowly sits up before turning to face you. it takes every ounce of self-restraint in your body to not stare at his body. you try to ignore his lean frame and the way his muscles are perfectly framed in the combat suit as you carry out his check.

desperate for a change of thoughts, you let your curiosity get the better of you. “does it hurt?” you ask him quietly, unable to stop yourself.

“wearing six?” he quirks a brow, watching you with a lazy grin. “yeah, you could say that. it takes a lot out of me, but... ultimately, it’s worth it.” his eyes flicker to yours with a hint of mischief. “i can show you if you’d like.”

you hesitate at first, but your heart skips a beat at his offer. you’ve always wanted to see the powers of a numbers suit up close. “i… i don’t think we’re allowed–”

“relax,” he quickly interrupts your thought process, leaning forward to catch your full attention. “i won’t tell if you don’t.”

after pondering the consequences quickly in your head, you decide you’ll probably never get to experience something like this up close again. reluctantly agreeing, you give him a curt nod. he pats on the free space next to the patient bed for you to sit down on.

once seated next to him, he stretches his arm forward, and with a quick flick of his wrist, you feel the air around you change. the area is getting colder as you notice the tips of his fingers freezing up. 

“see? it’s not that scary,” he remarks in a slightly teasing tone, gently pulling you closer to feel the energy radiating from him. “do you trust me?” he asks you, completely serious as his eyes lock with yours.

“reno��” you whisper, “i do, why?” instead of receiving an answer, he stands up and circles his way to the other side of the patient bed, now behind you.

“close your eyes,” he murmurs, inches away from your ear. “just relax and trust me, ok?”

you feel reno’s presence behind you, his breath just about grazing the back of your neck as you do your best to relax on the bed. the environment is getting colder, leaving your skin tingling in anticipation. with the lack of sight, the cold feels sharper, more intense, as your every sensation heightens.

you breathe in, waiting for his next move until you feel the lightest touch on your shoulder. it’s icy and soft, like a snowflake melting on your skin. you react instantly, a gasp escaping from your lips as reno’s finger traces a line from your shoulder down your arm.

“too cold?” he asks, his tone soft yet slightly teasing, clear amusement in his voice. you shake your head as you manage to stammer out a reply, “no… it’s fine,” though your body thinks otherwise, as goosebumps rise along your skin. 

the next touch you feel is his fingers on your neck. reno’s cold fingers trace along the back of it. the chill of his touch is making your body feel hotter everywhere else.

“you’re tense,” he murmurs, inches away from your ear. his fingers now dance their way down your spine, leaving a trail of frost-kissed skin in their wake. “let me help with that.”

a soft gasp escapes your lips as the cold works its way lower, sending many little jolts of electricity through your body. his every touch feels meaningful, as though he’s testing your reactions. his fingers eventually end their trail over to your hips, grasping them with his firm hands and letting an even stronger sensation course through you.

you bite your lip, trying to hold back the sounds threatening to escape. it’s almost impossible, but the last thing you want to do is embarrass yourself in front of your favourite officer. especially in such an intimate moment like this.

“see? not so bad,” he says softly. his voice is now on the back of your neck, just below your ears. you can feel his breath, fiery against the cold coursing through your body. he plays with the skin on your hips, kneading it with his hands, and this time, you can’t hold back the soft moan that escapes you.

he chuckles in response, clearly pleased with himself. “i knew you’d like it.” his hand moves again, this time slightly higher, shortly landing on your waist before stopping just below your chest.

“tell me to stop, and i will.” is the only warning he gives you before his hands venture upwards even further to cup your breasts. not expecting reno’s movements, you let out a loud gasp, but you don’t stop him. in return, his gloved hands play with the flesh covered by your blouse.

it doesn’t take him long to realise you’re not wearing a bra underneath, as he feels your hardened peaks through the thin fabric. “no bra? how bold. i guess you won't mind me paying extra attention here then.” he remarks before his index fingers slide over your nipples, freezing them at his touch, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“reno- wait! i-” you open your eyes and turn around to face him. the face staring back at you is surprisingly soft, almost worried, as though he’ll scare you away.

“we can stop if you want,” he responded calmly, almost anticipating you to back out.

for a moment, you did almost consider stopping, but it’s been so long since a man has made you feel this good, and he’s barely even touched you. “no… please, don’t stop,” your voice barely above a whisper as you look into reno’s eyes, his violet orbs meeting yours as you plead with him to continue.

his lips curl into a grin as his eyes now gleam with mischief. “good,” he says, letting his hands go back to assaulting your breasts. his fingers tracing circles around your nipples, making you let out breathy moans.

“i want you to undress for me slowly.” his order makes your cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, but you comply. starting with unbuttoning your blouse, you make your way down, exposing your body bit by bit until you’re left in your lacy underwear. body exposed for reno’s eyes to roam over.

reluctantly, you lay down on the patient bed, as reno watches your every move. from the way your body stretches out on the bed to the way your eyelashes flutter ever so slightly when you lock eyes.

reno begins at your feet, running his gloved hand up your calf towards your thigh, leaving a trail of frost behind. the cold slowly spreading up your leg makes you shiver involuntarily, but reno continues his ascent nonetheless. his hand slides over your inner thigh, causing your breath to hitch.

his hand grazes your lace panties ever so lightly, making you bite your lip in anticipation of his next move. “may i?” you nod in response, giving him full control of your body. his gloved fingers then slip inside the fabric, freezing your folds as he caresses the skin.

his fingers draw patterns around your folds, gathering your slick as you squirm underneath his touch. you let out a quiet moan as you feel the cold course through your insides, a stark contrast to the heat pooling between your legs. although before you can let out another noise, reno’s lips find yours in a rough kiss.

his tongue desperately invades your mouth, claiming you in a way that makes you forget about your current predicament. he moves closer, pressing up on you as his finger, which was once teasing your folds, plunges inside you.

you let out a muffled shriek at the sudden intrusion mixed with the freezing temperatures. “keep quiet for me, sweetheart,” he coos against your lips. although the only response you're able to give him is a muffled moan as his finger works itself inside you.

you gasp for air as you feel him insert a second finger, pumping them in and out of your seeping cunt. “you’re so tight,” he whispers with a grin, his eyes fuelled with lust. “such a pretty little toy for me.” he leans in, nibbling on your earlobe before placing gentle kisses down your neck. you’re beginning to tense up, actions getting more and more desperate as you get closer to your impending orgasm.

reno bites down hard on your neck, sucking the delicate skin, leaving a hickey. the mix of pain and pleasure finally enough to send you over the edge as your orgasm hits. reno’s spare hand moves up to cover your mouth as you moan in ecstasy, in utter awe of the pleasure he's giving you. once satisfied, he pulls his fingers out before licking them clean, savouring the taste while you’re still riding your high.

“you taste so sweet, baby,” he praises in a sultry voice, “time for the main course.” with that, he frees his cock and thrusts inside of you, filling you up completely. you cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation.

he doesn’t move yet. “ready, sweetheart?” he asks in such a gentle tone, almost as if he hasn’t already stretched you out on his cock.

“yes, please,” you beg, your entire body aching for him.

he starts moving slowly, giving you time to adjust to the size. but it doesn't take long till he's up, moving in a faster and more desperate rhythm.

his hands find their way to your breasts once again, freezing and playing with the soft flesh as he fucks you. “look at you, taking me so well. such a good girl,” he praises in between low groans. “you feel so good around me, baby.”

reno invades the free space between you two, leaning down to take you in another kiss, letting his tongue explore your mouth once again. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, the cold of his suit overridden by the heat in your body.

“reno! oh god– i’m so close!” you moan into his mouth.

he pulls back from the kiss, his eyes locked with yours, a smirk playing on his lips. “cum for me, sweetheart,” he commands, his voice low and husky. “let me feel you around my cock.”

he desperately chases your orgasm, his thrusts become more aggressive, more demanding, while his fingers continue playing with your perked nipples, eliciting sweet sounds from you as jolts of pleasure spread through your body.

“just like that, baby,” he encourages, his breath hot against your neck. “give it to me. wanna feel you come all over my cock.”

that was all it took. his words being being the last push to send you over the edge.

“reno!” you cry out, your body convulsing as your second orgasm hits. you clamp down on his cock, milking him dry as though nobody was around to hear you. reno groans loudly, your orgasm being his final trigger as he finds his release, filling you with his hot, sticky cum.

coming down from your highs, reno leans forward, pressing his forehead to yours as you catch your breaths. “you did so well, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pulling you into his arms. “you’re made for me.”

“you’re not that bad yourself. i’d say your vitals are fine,” you chuckle, resting yourself in his arms. “you’re free to go whenever.” although, despite your words, you inch your body closer to him.

your actions gain a small laugh out of reno as he strokes your back with your thumb, resting in your embrace for a while before drawing back and tidying himself up. “you’ll do my screening next time, right?” he jokes as he walks towards the door, throwing you a sly wink before leaving the laboratory, leaving you with something new to look forward to after missions.

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[zu8her]

PORN ST✰R!BF

my horny self is writing final exams yet i am doing this. also, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND THE CONTINUATION OF ME WRITING, COMMENT! <3 also taking requests

Okay so he happens to work in the adult entertainment industry. Widely known despite being a male porn star.

Of course, you masturbate quite often to videos of him especially. In your bed, hand in your underwear rubbing at your clit, listening to his breathy moans through your earphones. He looked so good sliding his cock in and out of her. Having his hand grip her hips and the other around her throat. God, you wish that were you.

You getting off on his videos is quite common. He travels a lot naturally, which means your left alone, for days even weeks. You couldn’t help yourself. He caught you eventually and embarrassingly so. You had come late from work tired and pent up. Your earphones were nowhere to be found and phone in the charger. Like a teenage boy you went on your laptop on your desk lowered the volume to 56% and searched his name, incognito mode of course.

You found a video of him fucking someone that resembled you. Hands immediately on your clit when fast forward to him actually fucking her. The video as always focused more on the woman, but the sight of his cock alone got you off. When his face would come into frame or he’d speak you’d get hotter, go faster. You were so engrossed in the scene that you didn’t hear the bedroom door opening. “Baby?” he stood suitcase in hand. His face twisted from a confused expression to that of deviance.

He caught you. Hand in shorts and his moans sounding from your laptop. You moved to shut the laptop quickly but what’d that do exactly? He already saw you.

“Don’t drop the phone baby.” He got you on the bed with your legs spread open. Your laptop was left on your desk and replaced by his. Moans echoed through the room (yours included) as you watched your boyfriend fuck the actress prone. He, of course, was behind, his fingers plunging in and out of your wet cunt. The sheets were damp with your cum. You’d lost count how many times you came. After each one he’d just continue locking you in his arms and resuming his assault on your clit and cunt.

Eventually, he’d let you switch positions. He had you on your stomach. When you laid on your arm, he pulled gently at your hair lifting your head. “Watch. Thought you liked seeing me fuck her. That cock’s about to fuck you now.” He’d go ridiculously slow just to toy with you. Impulsively grab a handful of your big ass and watch as it jiggles with each stroke.

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[saetoshis]

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ON DUTY | kaiju no. 8 headcanons

⋆୨୧˚ WITH: ichikawa reno ; hoshina soshiro ; gen narumi

⋆୨୧˚ SUMMARY: where and how they like to fuck you on-base!

⋆୨୧˚ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS:

fem reader, exhibitionism, suit play [?], oral f. receiving, creampie, pet names [baby, pretty girl], MDNI.

⋆୨୧˚ ICHIKAWA RENO

one thing about reno is his ability to be sly when he needs to. thinking outside the box, considering enemy moves one step ahead - he can truly be sneaky. that might be why he so easily came up with a plan to sneak out after lights-out just to meet up with you. he found an empty office, making sure patrols or cameras were nowhere to be found.

"shh, little quieter, okay?" reno mutters under his breath as he presses his palm over your mouth gently, his other hand having two fingers buried inside your needy pussy. you're so close together, having only a cramped space to do this; your legs wrap around his waist as you sit on the desk, chest pressed up against his. "just moan into my hand, yeah, like that."

"h-hard to be quiet when you're- mm- going so hard," you whimper out airily into his hand, your head reeling back when he fucks his fingers into you a certain way. your thighs shudder around him, and you can feel his cock growing harder each second he's pressed up against you. your arms wrap around his neck, fingers flitting through his hair erratically.

"gonna put it in now, 'kay?" reno pants out in need as he replaces his fingers with his cock, sliding in languidly and savoring each and every desperate enclosure of your cunt around him. he moans out a small 'fuck' when he starts to rut his hips, letting them merge into a quick rhythm that has you clinging onto him and whimpering against his big shoulder. "f-fuck, baby... feels so good. want you to cum on my dick, yeah."

the two of you are so lost in ecstasy that you don't realize the rhythmic bump of the desk against the wall, desperately attempting to muffle each other's moans and mews as you get closer and closer. with a heavy final rut and a shuddered moan out loud, you both are sent reeling in pleasure as you make a mess of each other. reno tries to catch his breath, coming to with a small gasp, "fuck, do you think anybody heard? i should find a better place next time..."

⋆୨୧˚ HOSHINA SOSHIRO

hoshina isn't one for breaking the rules necessarily, or even one to slack off while on the clock - but tonight was different. it was unbelievably late, the whole third division command center was essentially empty, and all kaiju within a ten mile radius were silent on the radar. maybe he could get away with it...

he doesn't even bother slipping out of his anti-kaiju suit before he's lifting you onto the control panel counter, lips pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses along the crook of your neck. all he can think about is how dirty it feels to fuck you where anybody could walk in at any moment. "wanna try somethin' new i've been thinkin' about."

"huh?" you query between heavy panted breaths, slipping your thighs further apart on either side of his hips to accommodate him. you both watch closely as his fingers slowly remove your suit, wandering your waist, then your hips, then your panties. all hoshina mutters along the shell of your ear is a rasped, "i'll show you what."

you finally start to put two and two together when he unzips his own tight-fitted suit, yet keeps it on his body as he presses the head of his cock against the wet spot on your panties. he languidly slips the fabric to the side, letting out a low grunt as he presses his forehead against yours when he ruts forwards. "fuck- wanna see how much you can take with the suit on. you can handle it, can't ya?"

you nod eagerly, already letting out little whines in time with each heavy rock of his hips. it already feels more intense than usual, and he hasn't even put much force into it. you shudder when he picks up the pace, his muscles tautening each time he ruts harder in succession. it's when his hands grip at your thighs and he fucks a bit rougher that you're whimpering out behind your hand in an attempt to stay quiet. "shh- that's it, take it. think you can lemme work up to 50% tonight?"

⋆୨୧˚ GEN NARUMI

narumi doesn't have a problem playing it a little risky, especially when it comes to work. he'd rather laze around as long as possible before he has to get suited up - but backwardly, he also has no problem taking his time fucking you on a time crunch, either.

"narumi, aren't you supposed to start patrol in like, 5 minutes?" you pant out between strained whimpers, trying so hard not to get sucked into his explorative touches and tantalizing kisses. you hold back a shudder when his hand drags up your shirt, circling your nipple and watching it eagerly harden under his fingers. "can't be doing this right now..."

"don't care," he sneers and flashes you an obstinate, yet enigmatic look in his eyes as he slips your shirt upwards. he has you lay on your back as he dips his head down your chest, leaving flicks of his tongue and panted kisses on your tits. it's when his fingers start rubbing between your thighs that you start to cave, feeling a pressure building in your body. narumi looks back up at you, a mischievous glint in his gaze. "wan' you to cum all over my face before i leave. not gonna suit up 'til you do, pretty girl."

"that's so irresponsible-" you start, cut off by a shivered gasp when he slips your shorts and panties off and buries his face between your legs. his tongue swipes along your clit as his fingers dig into the plushness of your hips, little groans leaving his mouth as he tastes and tastes until he's satisfied. knowing him, it'll take a while before he is. "p-please, narumi, they're gonna yell at you."

"don't care. think they're gonna fire me? their strongest captain? nahh," narumi sneers before returning his tongue back to your clit, sucking and rolling his tongue against it over and over again. he knows you're close, he knows how your body works. it's when he uses his fingers to curl against that spot in your walls that he's moaning out, 'cum for me, cum for me, yeah', and watching you shudder as you release all the pent-up stress from your week. a voice sounds over his receiver, barking orders for him to hurry to command center. he sighs, "i know, i know. i'm on the way now."

he turns off the mic again, his little grin coming back to his face. "see? got it done in five minutes, didn't i? better wait for when i get back, yeah? not done with you just yet."

2024 SAETOSHIS. do not copy/repost.

[ladybyakuya]

| I WISH YOU ROSES + KAIJU NUMBER 8.

+cw. —f!reader, smut headcanon + scenarios format, sort of exs to lovers, mature content, angst and hurt, comfort, alcohol consumption, established relationship

+syn.— making amends after the fight. who apologizes first? does it always end up with sex? or is he sleeping on the couch tonight?

+wc. —1.5k

+notes. — wanted it to be super smutty but ended up with angst instead. enjoy and scream in tags if you like it| redirect to blog navigation.

→ [ ICHIKAWA RENO ]

reno would stare at the screen of his mobile phone opening your message box yet not send a single text to you. he is a little stubborn. in the spur of the moment, he said, “maybe we had nothing, to begin with in the first place.” those were some heavy words. he won't disagree. even liquor isn't enough to drown his feelings about you. why do people drink to forget their love anyway? it's stupid. it's so stupid. he locks his phone and then buries his head in his hands murmuring, “god why can't I just call her?" the rusty fizzy flavor is threatening his throat again. his phone starts to vibrate and rings a little later making him jump a bit but his reflexes were quick enough not to get you a first full ring. “hello? babe? is that you?”

“just call her man.” Iharu drawls from the other side and disconnects the call even though he sits opposite him. Reno looks at him ungodly pissed until the prior speaks up, “don’t waste your anger on me, dude.” Reno’s phone rings again.

“you’re doing this on purpose, aren't you picking on me?” Reno tartly responds holding his phone towards him so sure about that Iharu is doing it again but that dimwit is so drunk that he has to lean forward, squint his eyes at the screen.

“no dudee. It's your girl—” Reno picks up the phone but he doesn't speak.

“are you at a bar right now? i just finished my work.”

“yes, I’m. can I go pick you up?”

“of’course you can but I got a cab. bye. text me the address.”

When you reach at the bar you could easily spot him. He is sitting at the corner in a secluded area. Ofcourse he is. Then, there is Iharu practically drooling on the table.

“why are you here?”

“what do you mean why I'm here? You texted the address.”

“yes but aren't you angry? At me?”

“yes but I know better than to take you seriously when you are that angry. ” he looks away from your face. “we can talk about it if you are still upset.” he shoots you a lazy smile and gets up.

“what about him?”

“what about who?” reno asks with pinched eyebrows.

Iharu’s snores are quite loud by now. You look at Reno holding your hand out. He doesn't protest. He gives you his phone and says his passcode. He gets you. His words are not drawly but rather slower than usual. At first, you intend to call Kafka but both of them being a pain in the ass you texted his vice-captain.

The can ride from bar to home was silent. Reno was laying his head down on your shoulder, eyes closed but a little fidgeting was there every now and then. As soon as you reach your apartment complex he got out, even leant against the wall while being on the elevator. He's sulking. It's adorable sometimes. When you reach your shared apartment he doesn't come in stands outside until you ask him to.

“i’m sorry.” reno says loud enough to kick out the drowsiness out of his body. “i'm sorry, babe.”

“well, it was partly my fault too but —” you grab his collar and pull him towards yourself. his defense system is useless against you. “but I'm going to make it memorable.” you say unbuckling his pants. As soon as his trousers hit the floor Reno closes the door with a kick while you go to your knees. “perhaps we should fight more,”

With his member in your hand you look up at him and then blink. once. twice. thrice. And then get up and walk inside your room. A few seconds of silence and then Reno is walking on your trail left by you apologizing for a few more times until you just shut him up with the most sloppiest toe curling blow job.

→ [ GEN NARUMI ]

“do not walk away from me. I'm not done talking yet.” Narumi's voice is perfectly flat devoid any splotch of anger or even frustration. he is leaning against the door as you move from kitchen counter to the dinning table carrying the dishes, then cooked meals and a water bottle. his eyes are going back and forth waiting for you to say something, anything or just yell at him. he can handle your blood and tears, not this silent treatment.

“well, don't treat me like I'm one of your missions and we are good.” you exclaim with a low voice while waving a hand as if you were talking to yourself but actually you just wanted to beckon him for dinner.

“i don't us to be just good. I want us to be better, to be comfortable in each other's presence, even in thoughts. . .” and now he is going to lecture you, like one of his subordinates. there is an agonizingly awful silence filling the room as you wait for him to continue but he is just there, standing, still silent.

you turn your chair to spare a look at him. his stance is still the same, lazy and nonchalant. he isn't mocking you or your love for him. he genuinely cares for you.

“i mean it.” he starts walking towards you in faster pace than usual. “and you know that.” he stands in front of you looking like a kicked puppy. the moment you leave your seat he is going to pounce on you like a wounded animal. this has happened before and last time it hurt a lot. so you don't get up instead just turn around to eat.

He grabs your wrist before you can even touch the food. “I said we’re not done talking.” he almost yells. seeing you flinch he sighs deeply before he gets on his knees and rests his head on your lap. “we submit are phones after turning it off. that's why I didn't know— that you were coming early from work. we work in different departments so we have different rules too. you can ask around. they'll tell you.”

“why didn't you say that earlier? was the whole fight really necessary?” you said with utter frustration laced underneath your voice.

“shouldn’t i at least get the benefit of doubt?” he looks at you placing his chin on your thighs.

you stroke his hair and he closes his eyes. “yes but — umm— never mind.” you say running your thumb over his lips. he graces a glance at you before running his hands on your back tracing up to your shoulders, he is crouching now and then pull away your top. now you're naked and sitting on a chair as he is standing. he throws the top away and sits on his knees again. hooking his arms around your calf muscles he licks in between your legs. “this is payback.” he whispers. your panty is still on and all Narumi is doing is licking slowly over the cloth, sometimes barely touching but if this is the payback you don't mind it at all, unlike last time.

→ [ HOSHINA SOSHIRO ]

Hoshina is the one who gives you the silent treatment even if he is at fault. He doesn't want his anger to harm you in any way, be it due to you or due to himself. He is not much of an angry person to begin with but somehow he just loses it for you. Maybe that's his protective instinct for you or the fear of melting the cocoon he created for his own protection. Either way, it's frustrating. It's frustrating enough that he keeps telling you how you should not put yourself in danger to protect him in a field mission yet you keep disobeying him at every mission. Either you are mocking him or trying to take his position which by the way both are wrong given the fact that you are his subordinate. He sat on one of the benches in the training room. he is too frustrated to concentrate on training.

“you know, you can let your anger out right? on me?”

Hoshina looks at you, pupils ever so still like a moonlight pond on a windless night. That's exactly what he doesn't want. don't you get that? you're wearing your night dress not your suit, which means you were either waiting for him or going to bed.

“i'm not mad at you.” he sighs. “not even myself. just at the situation in general. i know it's your instinct to protect people but sometimes . . .” he trails off looking at his fisted hand. he unfists his hand again.

“i can take it all, you know?. be it your love or anger. . .” Hoshina looks at you keeping his bottle aside. he swallows before leaving his place and dragging you inside the training room, the door still not closed.

“are you sure about that my love?” he graces his hands in between your thighs while whispering. you give him a nod. “let's see how long you last.” as his hand rubs against your entrance his mouth starts to suckle over your nipples as his other hand pins both of your hands above your head. the night suddenly feels long and breezy.

[aestheteanime]

how long they last during a sex ban

your boyfriend has been a little too... bold for your liking recently. after getting caught fucking in the training room, you felt it was necessary to enact some sort of punishment to make up for your embarrassment.

✶ ft: ichikawa reno, hoshina soshiro, furuhashi iharu, narumi gen

✶ cw: afab, semi-public sex, grinding, mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, pet names [baby, pretty girl, etc.], edging, orgasm denial (very very briefly)

✶ wc: 2.9k

✶ author's note: i've never written for kn8 so im not totally sure how well im gonna be able to write for these boys but i tried my best, hopefully it's okay lol

nsfw minors DNI

— ✶ ICHIKAWA RENO | 4 days

at the beginning reno thought he had this whole "sex ban" punishment in the bag. it's not like his sex drive was higher than yours-- so why, after only four days, was he begging for you like he had been deprived of your touch for eons?

"please, baby," he mumbles, face pressed into your neck as you shift uncomfortably on the couch.

you wanted to touch him so bad. wanted to indulge in him as much as he wanted to indulge in you, but you knew you had to keep a cool head. this was his punishment after all, and he had to face the consequences of his actions.

you had been mortified when kafka walked in on you two fucking against the wall, bodies sweaty and sticky-- and so so so close to orgasming. reno had been humiliated too, apologizing profusely on both of your halves and begging kafka to keep this a secret. he'd reluctantly agreed, but it was definitely still awkward between them. so then if reno was as embarrassed as you, why was he so eager to fuck you again?

reno's hand caresses your cheek, pressing a soft kiss under your ear before peppering them down your neck to your collarbone. they're soft, delicate even, almost as if he's afraid he'll hurt you if he kisses you any harder. it was infuriating. you wanted more-- needed more. "i'm sorry," he murmurs against your skin, fingers trailing to your chest before finding your tit, squeezing gently. "it won't happen again, i promise. just please touch me." his voice drawls out into a quiet whine and you can feel arousal begin to soak your panties.

his hand moves yours to palm at the erection through his pants and you nearly moan for him when your hands shift slightly to cup his balls.

shivering at the feeling of him smirking against your neck-- almost as if he knows he's won-- your head falls back to expose your entire neck to him. every passing second you feel your composure begin to slip. each touch seers hot against your skin, aching-- no, begging-- to give into him. it had only been four days. four days. a mere 96 hours and he was already on you like a dog in heat. "reno," you warn, though you're not sure how much conviction your voice displays. in fact, you're pretty sure it shakes with each breath.

"come on," he sighs, whining-- you can practically hear him pout. "it's been long enough, hasn't it?" his voice is raspy in your ear, vibrations going straight to your core. "wanna touch you. want you to touch me."

you groan in frustration, finally looking into his eyes only to see them glazed over. reno's pupils are dilated, focused solely on you and you alone.

his hand pulls your face closer to his, eyes fluttering to your lips, then your eyes, and back to your lips, silently asking for permission to close the gap.

you finally oblige.

your lips collide in a mess, spit mixing with each other's as reno moves to pull you into his lap in one swift motion. legs straddle his as your arms move to hook around his neck. your tongue slides against his, a fire lighting itself in your stomach as reno's lips move against yours, only proving to further fan the flames. there's a primal desire in the way his hands roam your body, squeezing your waist and pulling you against him, back and forth against his groin.

hands move to unbutton his pants before your lifting your body so he can pull them down, cock springing free as you notice your mouth practically drooling at the sight.

regardless of how many times you had fucked before, you somehow keep forgetting how pretty it is. the way it curves slightly to the left, veins running up the shaft, and oh the way it twitches when your hands find it.

reno nearly cries when you spread the precum along his head, jerking up into you at just your mere touch alone.

the sight is beautiful. reno's hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, head leaned back against the couch as his hands have no idea what to do with themselves. it's as if he was a bumbling, nervous virgin all over again.

that thought is quickly relinquished however, when he lets out a, "fuck, baby... missed this."

— ✶ HOSHINA SOSHIRO | 2 weeks

it wasn't soshiro that broke the sex ban. in fact, he could've gone longer just to prove a point. but with the way you were cuddled up next to him, leg slung over his, pelvis flush with his upper thigh as he felt the pulse of your cunt against him, he figured two weeks was plenty long.

he could tell you were pent up-- knowing that he was jacking off in the same bed, night after night, while you struggled to even reach your own release. it was a constant battle, and the humiliation of envying his right hand only seemed to intensify the torment. you needed him to get the job done, it just wasn't the same by yourself.

hearing the slick of his cock as he stroked himself every other night was pure, psychological torture-- and he knew it.

he knew listening to his rapid, heavy breathing riled you up. he knew his quiet, restrained moans and muffled whimpers soaked your panties. he knew not being able to see or feel his cock pulsing in his hand drove you crazy.

"soshiro," you mumble, your breath tickling his ear as your hand finds the curve of his neck, fingers tracing the line of his jaw before settling in his hair. "sex ban is over." your voice has a hint of embarrassment that soshiro immediately picks up on, and you brace yourself for what's coming next.

he hums, glancing down at you over his phone before setting it on the bedside table. "hmm?" he coos, eyes meeting yours as you prepare for the worst. "done already? you need me that badly, huh?" he speaks in an almost mocking tone and you have to hold back from turning over, red-faced and giving up. but you needed him, no matter how embarrassed he made you.

"don't tease," you plead, hand tracing a path down his chest until it reaches the waistband of his sweats. they hang low on his waist, hugging his hips oh-so-perfectly that you can't help but palm at his length through the fabric, wishing nothing more than for him to just let you have him.

you missed the feeling of him in your hand, jerking when you first brush your thumb over his tip, smearing the precum down his length. you missed how sensitive he gets when your mouth is wrapped around him, tongue swirling around his head, teasing his slit. you missed the unintelligible whimpers that leave his throat when you take him all, spit pooling at the base of his cock, nearly choking at the size. you missed how--

"you can't even handle your own punishment, baby," soshiro breathes, words laced with a dangerous amusement. his head falls back at the feeling of your hand against him. a shaky sigh escapes him, heat spreading to form a knot in his lower belly as he feels his cock harden. "shit," he mutters. "shit, shit, shit."

you smirk at the profanities he so rarely says, fingers inching to dip under his waistband as you trail down the sensitive skin, causing him to shudder. "you want it too," you pout, eyes fixated on the rhythm of his chest rising and falling-- the way he brushes a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down. "or... maybe not?" you tease, pulling your hand away before moving to turn over, but not before soshiro's hand can grip your wrist, stalling your actions.

soshiro's skin is hot, face flushed as he relishes your touch, yearning to feel your soft, velvet walls wrapped around him. it had been too long, he thinks. too long of trying to convince himself he didn't need you, but now, with you so willing to give yourself back to him, he's changed his mind.

"i do," he whispers, although his actions speak louder when he pulls you back to him. "fuck, i want you."

your hand is placed back on his cock, and through the fabric you feel him throb, begging to be taken out. the drawstring of his sweats seemingly unties itself when soshiro pulls the material off, watching as it springs free-- tip leaking with precum. silently gazing at you with hooded eyes, he pumps himself one, two, three times.

sochiro lets out what sounds like more of a whimper than a sigh, "stop gawking and help me out here, would you?"

— ✶ FURUHASHI IHARU | 20 minutes

iharu is a simp through and through. as soon as you enacted the sex ban, he made it his life's mission to eradicate it. i mean, he couldn't just let his girl go without having his cock, right? that would just be too cruel...

"come on, baby. that's not fair, i didn't do anything wrong. it's not my fault vice-captain walked in on us. how was i supposed to know he trained that late?" iharu rambles, pressing his body against your back. his body is hot, still sweaty from the session earlier.

it had been 15 minutes since you had made it back to your dorm in total and utter embarrassment. both of you had left the the gym with red faces and blue balls.

iharu's cock had been slamming into you at an unrelenting pace, one that you weren't even sure was human. too enamored with the way your pussy squeezed him, all he could muster were lazy fingers messily rubbing circles against your clit. you could feel yourself throbbing against his girth, each thrust practically molding your walls to the shape of his cock-- memorizing each detail.

his muscles flexed as he held himself above you on the bench press, the red leather beneath you wet and shiny with sweat, sticking to your skin.

he looked like a god, hell, he felt like a god, with the way his breath fanned your neck, balls slapping against your ass. each slap echoed through the quiet gym, the filth of the sound only spurring the both of you on. "so pretty for me," he mumbles, tongue swiping up your neck before letting out a shaky sigh. "so good to me." your back arched, leaning into him as the heat in your stomach grew, breath picking up in an attempt to chase your orgasm.

and then the door creaked, causing you both to freeze in place and look for the source of the sound. there, hoshina stood, eyes wide as he swiftly turned, back facing you so that you can only imagine the look on his face. "gym is closed after midnight." he'd stated, voice loud, almost like he's trying to block out what he just saw. "go to bed." walking out and closing the door behind him you lay there, iharu's cock still twitching inside you.

"sex ban for two weeks, iharu." you turn to face him, crossing your arms to push him away, watching as he nearly trips on the end of your bed.

his mouth drops, hands gripping your shoulders in a plea. "what? why?" his hold on you isn't strong by any means, just firm, and you can tell you've struck a nerve.

you know he was still pent up from being cock-blocked earlier, but you make no motion to even spare his hard-on a glance. "what do you mean why? i told you we were going to get caught and we did!" your voice raises but you nearly instantly regret it when iharu takes a deep breath, trying to calm the ache pressing against his sweat pants.

he only gets hornier when you're mad at him.

you lower your voice this time, taking his hands off your shoulders. "you didn't listen to me."

"you liked the idea." he lowers his head to whisper in your ear. "i heard the way you were moaning, begging for me to let you finish. how much tighter your pussy squeezed me than normal at the thought of someone walking in." iharu's hands move to the small of your back, tracing his finger tips up and down your spine.

you huff, trying not to concentrate on the way his nails tickle your skin. your head dips down, attempting to calm your breathing before realizing your mistake.

your eyes meet the bulge in iharu's sweats and you nearly let out an audible gulp, thighs pressing themselves together at the sight. he wasn't the only one still pent up.

you hear a low chuckle from above as you absentmindedly move your hands to untie his drawstring.

"so much for a ban," you hear him mumble before shooting him a glare. "not that i mind though, pretty girl."

— ✶ NARUMI GEN | 2 days

there was a mutual end to the sex ban between the two of you... well, sort of. gen had broken it but it's not like you were mad about it.

your breathing was hot and heavy when your eyes open to a half-lit room. absentmindedly, you reach for the right side of the bed, feeling an empty, cold space. it was strange, usually you'd wake up to the man clingy to your side, shivering from the blasting air conditioner.

you had gotten used to his weight as he laid half of his body on you, lips pressed into the crook of your neck. he'd curl into you like a cat, and you swear some mornings you could hear him purr. his hands rested under your body, one cradled your shoulder while the other rested protectively across your waist. it's be a funny looking sight to outsiders-- japans strongest, the number one anti-kaiju combatant in all of the country, snuggled up on top of his girlfriend-- but to you, it was everything.

gen was nowhere to be found next to you, so you nearly jump when you feel a wet kiss press to your upper thigh. you're quick to lift up the covers, your aforementioned missing boyfriend squinting at the light. his hair was a tousled mess, colored ends curling to frame his face. had he been not been between your legs, you'd have thought the sight innocent and sweet.

sleep-heavy eyes meet yours, glazed over in exhaustion before he's swiping his tongue between your folds. you shiver.

it's such a dirty sight. the way he smirks into your pussy, maintaining eye contact. the way his lips find your clit and gently suck, slurping at the excess arousal dripping from your cunt.

and god the noises.

the wet slurping of his mouth savoring your juices filled the room, breath fanning hot against you. the feeling of his lips latching to your clit, tongue gliding through and dipping into your hole caused you to jerk up into him and he only smiled, chuckling at your reactions.

the humiliation burned, too embarrassed to look any longer. but his touch, the rough calluses of his hands holding your legs apart despite your desperate attempt to close them around his head, was intoxicating. "mornin' sleepyhead," he mumbles, pressing a caste kiss to your lower stomach. it was sweet compared to the sight from two seconds ago.

the pads of his fingers trace circles along your thighs, eliciting chills from your body. yet his hands are warm, especially against the cold air. with every shift of your body, a rush of air brushes against your cunt. you shiver, not saying a word but instead curling your hands through his hair and pushing his mouth back to where you needed it most. you needed the warmth-- needed him.

no further words needed to be said as gen drags his tongue ever so slowly through your folds. it's agonizing, it's not enough, it's nearly torture the way he curls his tongue and laps at your juices. so so so slowly as you twitch and buck into him, grinding against the muscle for more. he just huffs out a laugh, actions somehow slowing even further and you finally build up the courage to seek a glance at him again.

his gaze remains firmly fixed on you, meticulously observing every subtle twitch of your body in reaction to the flick of his tongue. and he notices when your breathing starts to pick up, chest rising and falling with increasing fervor as you feel yourself near your release. you close your eyes, concentrating on the heat rising in your core. it's hot and it's approaching fast, bubbling down your stomach and to your cunt.

and then he stops, a gasp leaving you at the sudden halt and your quick to scoff in frustration. sliding up the bed to rest his entire body on you, gen presses a long, wet kiss to your lips.

your eyebrows furrow at the action but relax when his head rests against your chest. "not gonna let you cum until the sex ban is gone," he mumbles into you. hands sliding under your shoulders.

you groan, hand gently slapping the back of his head as he just laughs. "it was gone the second you started eating me out."

"well in that case--"

[sashi-ya]

𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑱𝑼 𝑺𝑬𝑿 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑺 𓇢𓆸 kaiju no 8 "sex pollen" hc ⟢ soshiro, kafka & reno

tw: mdni. sex pollen: "funghi type" kaiju reproductive spores and how they affect the guys. explicit scenes of sexual nature. based on a mini fic I wrote -never posted, will someday- of soshiro and reader being affected by such spores.

We often think of Kaiju as violent and dangerous creatures; some are big, other not so much, but all of them are -usually- taken as a threat for human kind. However, not every Kaiju known to mankind is exactly the type to be feared. Or maybe, actually, yes… “These are Fungi type” Okonogi says. “Ah- like the ones we killed back in Sagamihara, right?” Soshiro asks, absolutely unaware of the rare threat he was about to face. “Not really, fuku-taichou…” she murmurs, fixing her glasses, worried…

𝐒𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

He wore a mask but forgot that, even if every Kaiju had been already subjugated, his suit was still covered in those sexual spores. The fact that he kills by slicing them in various pieces, made him specially full of them.

Soshiro doesn’t really need a sex pollen to fuck you hard, that’s why the effects were -at first- difficult for him to control. “I don’t feel well…” he whispered to himself, feeling his body covered in sweat and the image of your body taking over every corner of his imagination. He felt like his palms were itchy, needy to squeeze your breasts, your ass, your thighs.

His tongue felt the pain of his sharpened fangs; he had to bite it while he came back to the base. Metallic taste of a little drop of blood filled his mouth the moment he saw you standing there, waiting for him, worried.

“Come here, I’m desperate to fuck you… please” he begged, whispering on your ear with his hands around your waist. Soshiro gave 0 fucks about the rest, nobody cared anyway.

Couldn’t wait much longer; he pushed you into a bathroom stall. Sat on the toilet, snatched you from your waist, pulled down your pants and lifted up your leg. A bite on your inner thigh, leaving a mark that will take some time to heal. His tongue on your sex. Up and down, sucking, slurping, tasting… devouring. Even if he is an oral sex god, this time felt like he was even better. Soshiro forgot to breathe, and from time to time you urged him to stop to get some oxygen.

Enough with the oral, Soshiro needed release; he couldn’t even stand up, his dick was freed for you to bounce -moved by his strong arms- up and down. The slap and the juices that dampened his pants and belly, felt for him like a true blessing. Those Kaiju wanted us to reproduce as well…

𝐊𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐀

My man here knew about the spores, however he felt asleep right before reading that the effects included a desire to “reproduce”. Probably due to his Kaiju nature the effects kicked a little later than the rest; he was still sitting in complete peace -actually fantasizing with him being the one saving the day- as he looked through the van’s window.

Sitting by his side, you were sleeping the way back… however, your dreams were suddenly interrupted by someone pulling on your arm.

“Mmhwhat?”. “I need… I- help-“ Kafka murmured, desperate. It seems to you he was having a “Kaiju emergency” and nobody, still, could know he was one. Quickly you eased the sleep away and began assessing him in silence to know what was happening. Yet, you noticed nothing.

Kafka opened his turquoise eyes as big as plates; and instead of explaining he snatched your hand and took it to his crotch. It was hard, harder than ever before. It felt almost like a rock, like a pulsating, throbbing, pleading and suffering rock.

“The spores… I am dying… I’m scared of transforming” he cried, almost inaudibly.

If he is transforming, it’s over. He is dying? Then let’s save his life… you took your jacket off and threw it, in complete silence, over his crotch. It was a blessing that you two sat at the very back of the van. Everybody, tired -and probably some affected by the spores- were completely unaware of the rest. And that, also, become an advantage for your intrepid hand as it slid inside the pants of your kaiju hybrid “friend”.

You knew exactly how to help him, ups and downs, playful taps and circles with your palm on top of his gland. Oh, poor Kafka, he fought back the urge to turn into a Kaiju and eat you alive… And you thought staining his pants with pure sticky whiteness was enough? Wait until you get to the base…

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐎

The calmer of them all; mature, silent, hiding sweaty trembling hands. As one of the younger, he was able to conceal his growing appetite; at least until getting to the base. Reno became silent, trying to focus the mess on his head and the hardness inside his pants at bay. However, your beauty brought detrimental consequences to that state of pure meditation.

“Why are you running around in such revealing clothes?” he asked, looking and sounding almost mad. You stopped running; he didn’t seem to notice the towel hanging from your arm, but only the short shorts and gym bra you were wearing.

“I forgot my towel, I’m gonna shower” you explained, noticing the way he seemed to transform into something similar to a feral, hungry beast.

Reno pounced into you, pinning you against the wall of that empty hall that lead to a lively bathroom. “You were going to…” he whispered, with pale lips pressed against your neck. Reno inhaled your scent, he seemed to enjoy the perfume of your unwashed, sweaty skin. His fingers knew exactly where your core was, his teeth carved marks on your neck, his sex felt hard on your belly… that night, shower had to wait… because the more he sniffled on your flesh, the more he sucked in those kaiju spores.

[pin-k-ink]

no regrets // ichikawa reno

tw ⇢ highly suggestive content, alcohol consumption, semi public stuff, dry humping, nipple play, making out, drunken confessions, dirty talking, he basically humps your hand at one point

wc ⇢ 4.3k

The raucous sound of laughter and clinking glasses slowly faded into the night as you guided Reno's unsteady steps away from the division's celebration. Despite his typically reserved demeanor, your oldest friend had clearly indulged a bit too much in the post-mission festivities.

"Geez, Reno," you chided gently, keeping a firm grip around his waist as he swayed against you. "I've never seen you cut loose like this before. Who knew you were such a lightweight?"

He made a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat but didn't protest the mild jab. Instead, Reno simply squeezed his eyes shut and leaned into you further, radiating warm contentment in a way you rarely saw him allow.

"S'not...so bad once in a while," he mumbled, forehead brushing your temple as you navigated the darkened path back towards the base. "Been a rough few months...felt good to kick back a little."

You hummed in reluctant agreement, recalling the harrowing mission that had landed Reno in the infirmary alongside Iharu. Seeing their battered forms in those hospital beds had twisted your insides into knots.

Perhaps it was understandable, even admirable, that the typically unflappable Reno had finally let his usually rigid self-control slip after such a close brush with oblivion.

"For what it's worth," you murmured, tightening your steadying grip fractionally, "I'm glad you made it through okay, dummy. Don't know what I would've done if--"

The words stuck in your throat as Reno abruptly shifted back just enough to pin you beneath the weight of his piercing blue stare. Though glazed from the sake, those striking eyes still shone with the same diamond-edged intensity that never failed to rob you of breath.

"I wasn't gonna let some dumb kaiju be the thing that kept me from you, [Y/N]," he husked out, deep timbre reverberating through where your bodies were pressed flush. "Not when you've always been my...my reason for..."

Trailing off, Reno simply shook his head in a jerky motion, tousled locks shadowing his suddenly troubled expression. You blinked up at him with rising bewilderment, painfully conscious of the tension singing through his powerful frame against yours.

"Reno? What are you--?"

"God, if you have any idea how crazy you drive me sometimes..."

The gravelly confession punched from his broad chest in a rush, accompanied by his rough palm rising to brush over the thin material of your top. Your breath hitched as calloused fingertips skimmed the lace pattern near your collarbone with featherlight insistence.

"The way you move out there in that suit..." Reno continued in a hushed rumble, pupils blown wide as his stare grew hooded with perceptible longing. "So graceful and brave...always diving in no matter the danger..."

His free hand found your hip and pulled you roughly against him to punctuate the breathy declaration. You choked back a whimper at the undeniable ridge of cock pressing into your lower belly through his fatigues.

"It's like being surrounded by pure fucking sin in motion," he all but growled against your lips, broad chest shuddering with each exhale that washed over your parted mouth. "How the hell am I supposed to keep my head on straight around someone as intoxicating as you?"

The desperate edge to his words robbed you of breath entirely. This was the normally cool, pragmatic Ichikawa Reno splintering before your very eyes - shedding his consummate control to reveal the blazing forge of pure hunger and need raging beneath.

All on account of something as simple as your combat suit clinging to your form...or perhaps on account of your mere presence alone. The thought set off an electric thrill sizzling through your veins hotter than any residual alcohol could excuse.

"Reno..." you rasped out tremulously, tongue darting out to wet your suddenly dry lips. "I--I didn't know you--"

But he simply shook his head, one sculpted arm banding around your waist to haul your body flush against his powerful frame with an indelible thud. The air rushed from your lungs at the collision, leaving you utterly pliant against him.

"Of course you didn't," Reno growled, hot and wrecked against the throbbing pulse point beneath your jaw. "I never wanted...I couldn't stand it if you knew how undone you leave me, [Y/N]..."

Then his mouth was slanting over yours in a branding, searing glide despite your hitched protests - all molten velvet and insistent demand as his tongue speared past your parted lips to delve hotly, deep and possessive.

Your whimper of shock swiftly dissolved into a throaty moan, fingers snarling into the thick strands of his hair on instinct as Reno ravaged your mouth with single-minded ardor. Fire licked through your veins and settled in a smoldering knot low in your belly, synapses shorting out beneath the sheer onslaught of his pent-up hunger and need now unleashed.

When oxygen became an imperative issue, you wrenched your lips free on a desperate gasp that only seemed to inflame Reno further. He laved a path of searing kisses along your arched throat, hands roaming over every lush curve with mounting desperation.

"For years..." he grated out in a barely-contained growl against your shuddering pulse, "you've been right there all this time, and I couldn't...fuck, I never dared..."

His confession fractured with a sharp inhale as you arched wantonly into his heated caresses, nails scraping his nape in silent pleading. That scorching undercurrent of need lapping at your already blazing arousal left you quaking and slick with desire, completely unmade at the mere hint of his unraveling self-control.

"Well now I've goddamn dared," Reno husked with naked resolution, dragging your mouth back to his in a searing, soultremor of a kiss. "So don't try and stop me, [Y/N]...because I've wanted this - needed you - for far too long to pull back now..."

Reno's mouth slanted over yours again with bruising intensity, tongue delving in a heated glide that stole your shuddering breaths. You whimpered against the insistent claiming, simultaneously yielding and pushing feebly at his solid chest.

"Reno...wait," you managed to gasp out when he dragged his lips free to blaze a path down your arched throat. "You're...you're drunk, we can't--"

"I know exactly what I'm doing," he growled in that gravelly baritone that zipped down your spine in licks of liquid heat.

One large palm curved around the generous swell of your breast possessively, callused thumb rasping over the hardened nipple with delicious friction. You cried out at the ripple of electric pleasure, nails scrabbling at his shoulders on instinct.

"Been wanting this for years..." Reno continued in a low rasp against the hollow of your throat. "Fooling myself all this time, pretending I wasn't utterly fucking gone over someone as gorgeous as you, [Y/N]..."

His full lips scorched over the upper curve of your chest in between each husked confession, tongue flicking out to lave at the heated flesh greedily. Your back arched despite your feeble protests, chasing the addictive blitz of sensation he was so relentlessly stoking within you.

"But not...mmf, not like this, Reno..." you gasped out desperately even as his clever digits worked your top aside to bare more of your flushed skin. "You'll regret this in the morning, we should...oh!"

Another shuddering cry tore itself free as Reno sealed his mouth over the swell of your breast, silky tongue lashing your nipple with exquisite pressure. He growled deep in his chest at your involuntary reaction, vibrations ricocheting through your nerve endings in dizzying rapture.

"The only thing I'd regret," he husked in that sinful tone dripping with promise, "is not being buried so deep inside you right now, baby..."

You whined helplessly as he rocked his clothed cock against your own throbbing pussy, coating you with the visceral evidence of his lust. Every muscle tensed and rippled beneath his sleek uniform, utterly mesmerizing you as Reno ground out a guttural sound of unchecked hunger.

"Please, [Y/N]..." he rasped suddenly, seizing your wandering hands to pin them above your head in a scorching brand. "Just this once...let me give in to temptation before I fucking combust from needing you so badly..."

Those piercing blue depths smoldered into yours with naked vulnerability and undisguised want as Reno pinned you in place with his weight. Utterly at his mercy and hopelessly undone by the intensity of his confession, your composure wavered dangerously once more.

All coherent protest dissolved into a plaintive whine as he sealed his mouth over the stiff peak of your breast again. Twin points of fire blossomed behind your fluttering lids from the exquisite torment, desire cresting hotter with each rasping lap of his sinful tongue.

"Yes..." he husked in a tone made to gut you, staring up from beneath those inky lashes. "Let me hear just how bad you want this, sweetheart. Want me..."

You writhed against him with a high keen, body practically vibrating with the need to chase more of his merciless friction even as self-preservation screamed to regain control. Reno's cock seemed to swell impossibly harder against your quivering pussy through his damp fatigues in heady response.

Before you lost yourself utterly to his whirlwind seduction, you placed a trembling hand over his corded chest and pushed weakly. "Reno, stop...you're drunk, ohhhh..."

He growled in frustration, plush lips skating across your jawline until his smoldering stare pinned you in place with the heat of a physical brand. "You think I haven't fantasized about doing this more times than I can count?" Reno rasped in accusation, grip flexing on your hip. "Tasting every sweet inch of you because you haunted every waking thought like a fever dream?"

You gulped audibly, mouth going dry as his words washed over you in an intoxicating flood of heat and promise. Reno only leaned closer, nose brushing yours in a nuzzle that made your eyes drift shut helplessly.

"Once I get started there'll be no stopping, [Y/N]," he rumbled in a tone of finality, every word shuddering through your core as if to emphasize what awaited should you surrender. "So if my being a little drunk is the only hangup...then fucking let me indulge in you properly for once."

Then his mouth was on yours again before you could muster a rejoinder - all unhurried glide and tempting suction, thoroughly devouring your gasps and whimpers of rapture. His hips undulated in tandem, thick cock dragging against your slick cunt torturously until your nails scored down his back in desperation.

After several dizzying moments teetering on the precipice of blissful oblivion, you finally tore your lips away with a ragged cry.

"No!" You gasped out harshly against his scorching follow-up kisses scattered over your bared throat. "No...we can't, Reno! I won't let you do this drunk, and...and then hate me for it later..."

You shoved him away with the last of your waning restraint, heart thundering in your ears as the space between your bodies suddenly yawned in a chasm of cold air. Reno sucked in a sharp breath, jaw tensed while he scrubbed one large palm over his features in a rare show of frustration.

"Dammit, [Y/N]..." he growled hoarsely, raking you with a look equal parts exhausted and utterly wrecked. "When are you gonna get it through that stubborn head of yours, huh? That I've wanted this - wanted you - for far too fucking long for something as petty as a whiskey-fueled haze to register?"

He raked his fingers through his disheveled hair, chest still rising and falling from exertion and undoubtedly thwarted arousal. You remained rooted where you'd staggered back, torn between fleeing to escape the yawning temptation his undone state represented...and charging back into the firestorm of his embrace to indulge every illicit yearning you'd cradled for years now.

"Fine," Reno bit out finally, looking utterly spent as he leaned back against the rough brickwork. "You want the drunk, honest truth? The goddamn truth is that I think about bending you over every flat surface going, about marking up your gorgeous skin until you're fucking ruined for anyone else, every single moment of every fucking day."

A broken noise punched up from your chest at the guttural confession, making Reno's smoldering stare sharpen into piercing focus once more. He prowled closer again, boxing you back against the opposite wall with looming intent despite your keening whimpers, until his chest brushed yours with each shallow inhale.

"And it kills me..." he husked against the slick curve of your lips, words whiskey-rough and utterly devastating. "It guts me having to pretend like I don't ache for you every second, [Y/N]. To watch you be so unaware of how completely you haunt every waking thought...how much I fucking crave you..."

Then his mouth slanted over yours with liquid heat, gentle yet utterly uncompromising in its thorough mapping of your trembling form. You sagged against him helplessly, all the fight fleeing your liquefied limbs in the wake of Reno's confession lashing you to the bone.

Stars erupted behind your lids until he finally, finally withdrew enough to let you suck down a shuddering rush of air. His eyes had taken on a hooded, molten sheen despite the sobriety returning to that penetrating gaze - unadulterated hunger now unleashed from its cage of restraint at long last.

"Whether I'm drunk or sober..." he rumbled with quiet intensity, "doesn't change the fact that you're the only thing I've ever wanted in this life. But if that's your only issue right now, then I'm more than happy to pursue you fully conscious from now on."

You blinked up at him with wide, stunned eyes, mouth working soundlessly in search of a response that wouldn't come. Reno simply smirked and slid his hands into the back pockets of your slacks with practiced ease, the picture of self-satisfied calm once more.

"Sleep on it, baby," he purred against the sting of your blush, smirk widening fractionally. "I guarantee you'll want me haunting those pretty daydreams real soon enough..."

Before you could stammer out a retort, Reno stepped back and turned to saunter away with loping strides like he didn't have a care in the world - utterly unbothered by your frozen, flushed silence ringing behind him in the stillness.

You remained slumped against the cool bricks for several charged moments with only your thundering pulse for company...dreading and craving the inevitable moment when Reno's words would indeed come slithering back to torment your every restless thought, rendering sleep a distant fantasy.

(A little while later...)

The soft clicking rhythm of your boots against the polished floors echoed through the dim corridor. Having managed to mostly compose yourself, you figured your best bet would be to escort Reno the final stretch to his personal quarters before turning in yourself.

Maybe, just maybe, you could convince your raging hormones to see reason at last if given enough time to process everything fully. Not to mention allowing Reno to sleep off the residual alcohol in his system that had clearly lowered his usual pristine inhibitions so dangerously.

Then again, you mused with a shiver, his breathless parting shot about pursuing you even while dead sober...there was no denying the raw, electrifying allure of that particular temptation.

Shaking off the tantalizing thought before it could regain its full, feverish grip, you turned into the small communal office space adjacent to the living quarters. And there, seated at one of the desks with his back to you, was the source of your quandary.

"Reno?" you ventured hesitantly, slowing your steps.

He made a low sound in the back of his throat, spine stiffening minutely as your footfalls neared. You gnawed your lower lip, suddenly unsure of how to broach the metaphorical minefield between you anew.

"Look, about...earlier..." you began only to trail off as Reno abruptly rose.

The scrape of the chair across the parquet floor made you flinch, suddenly regretting pushing the confrontation so soon. For a long moment, Reno simply remained hunched with his broad shoulders squared towards you in tense silence.

Then, with an abruptness that stole your breath, he surged upright and whirled to face you fully. You instinctively stumbled back a step at his fevered expression and the way one sculpted forearm worked visibly beneath the clinging material of his shirt.

Without preamble, he grasped the hem and tugged the garment off over his head with jerky impatience. The sudden display of his bared, toned torso gleaming with perspiration robbed you of words entirely.

"Uh...Reno, what are you--?"

"It's too damn hot for this in here," he growled, pitching the shirt aside with impunity.

You watched with eyes widening by the second as he tugged the sweat-dampened fabric up over those sculpted abdominals, flexing pectorals rippling with the motion. Reno didn't hesitate in the slightest as he stripped the garment off completely, pitching it aside with utter disregard.

"There..." he rumbled in evident satisfaction, straightening to his full towering height. "That's much better, don't you think?"

Your mouth went bone dry at the bold display of his powerful, half-naked form mere feet away. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't tear your stare from the defined ridges and hollows cording across that compact, muscular torso.

A fine sheen of perspiration gilded every dip and swell, highlighting the stark cuts of Reno's musculature in stark relief. As if hypnotized, you followed the tantalizing paths formed by each individual bead trailing from the notch of his collarbones down...down...

"See something you like, [Y/N]?" he husked out suddenly, snapping your wandering focus back up in a daze.

Reno's smoldering gaze bored into yours with darkening intensity, that penetrating blue gaze seeming to scorch you to the bone as you gaped soundlessly. He took a prowling step forward and you instinctively matched it with a retreating shuffle before you could think better of it.

The corners of Reno's lush mouth curved in a self-satisfied smirk at your visceral reaction. With each measured advance, you backpedaled until your thighs thudded against the solid oak of a desk behind you.

Trapped, you realized with a hammering pulse as Reno used his superior height to effortlessly crowd your space, not even attempting to disguise the open roaming of his stare. You swallowed hard on a thin whine as one sculpted forearm braced the desktop beside your hip, rendering escape utterly impossible.

"Nothing to say for once, baby?" Reno rumbled in that gravel-rough timbre that washed over your shivering nerve endings in sparks. "No snappy comebacks about all this not being a...what was it? A big deal?"

He cocked one elegant brow, nostrils flaring slightly as he dragged in a measured inhale - doubtless catching the first whispers of your arousal now that you were effectively pinned. You shook your head mutely, utterly unable to formulate a single coherent retort beneath the tsunami of molten need crashing through your senses.

"Good," he growled in evident satisfaction. "Because maybe...just maybe if you stay quiet long enough...you'll finally let yourself feel what this is really doing to you."

He punctuated his low utterance by snaring your wrist in one powerfully large hand and drawing it inexorably towards the vee of his hips. You felt your breath hitch in your lungs as your suddenly clammy palm encountered the rock hard length straining at the front of his fatigues.

A guttural whine tore up your throat at the feel of Reno's cock searing your skin through that thin cotton barrier. You tried weakly to tug your arm back on instinct, yet he persisted easily - guiding your slack fingers to wrap around the swollen shaft as he simply rolled his hips in a sinuous grind against your trapped palm.

"Feel that?" He rasped hoarsely, shuddering aftershocks of pleasure visibly chasing across his tensed musculature. "That's what you do to me, [Y/N]...all the fucking time, just by existing in that sweet fucking temptation of a body..."

Your knees threatened to give out beneath you as Reno picked up a relentless rhythm - dragging your hand up and down his thick, pulsing cock as he chased the friction shamelessly. With hooded, molten eyes, he drank in your expression of stunned rapture greedily while subjecting you to every intimate roll and grind of those lean, muscled hips.

"So hot and ready for it, just like this..." he rumbled darkly, daring to skate your knuckles up over the flushed tip peeking from the line of his waistband. "Makes a man go half out of his mind just thinking about finally slipping this cock deep inside you...feeling that pussy squeezing me so fuckin' tight..."

You released a strangled cry at the visual he painted so viscerally, certain you were already half-ruined with arousal just from Reno's molten words and the obscene drag of his dick against your palm. He groaned roughly in evident approval at your response, somehow managing to intensify the erotic rhythm rocking between your tangled bodies.

"Dammit, [Y/N]..." Reno growled with naked desire roughening his voice as your free hand found purchase on his bared abdomen. "Say something...tell me you want this as bad as I fucking do before I snap..."

He was already panting harshly, perspiration gilding the sharp hollows and ridges of those powerful muscles for you to drink in with unrestrained hunger now. Your fingers splayed and raked down his flexing torso greedily, following each undulation with rapt focus as your thoughts spiraled into blissful white noise.

"I..." you rasped out, barely clinging to sanity amidst the maelstrom of sensations overwhelming you wholly, "I need...Reno please!"

That was all the encouragement he seemed to require. With a low, feral growl of manifest need, Reno crushed his mouth to yours in a searing, devastating kiss.

You whimpered into the velvet heat and tangled your fingers into the dark strands at his nape, tugging him closer, closer as his tongue swept between your lips to claim you in hungry swirls and lashing caresses. It was all you could do to simply hang on as Reno's bulk boxed you against the desk immovably - pinned between blistering muscle and searing demand with no avenue of escape.

But before you could voice the dizzying scope of your need, his hand seized your wrist in a crushing grip to wrench it away from his straining erection. The sudden loss of friction drew a hoarse keen from your chest despite yourself.

"Shhh, no, fuck..." Reno gritted out, chest heaving between your separated bodies. "We...we can't, not like this..."

You blinked up at him in gradually returning awareness, stunned by the sudden reversal from his earlier heated avowals. Reno pinned you with those burning sapphire irises, jaw visibly tensing before he managed to tear his stare away from your slick, tempting lips with effort.

"At least, not while you're worried my judgement is compromised by too many shots, yeah?" he clarified in a gruff rumble, calloused fingertips stroking through your mussed strands in a soothing caress. "Because I want you more than my next breath, [Y/N]...but I won't let you doubt a single perfect second that you have all of me finally making those fantasies reality."

Another tremor wracked your form despite the fevered ache still coiling between your thighs. Not from the soul-searing rapture of his veneration still coursing through your entwined bodies...but from the profound depth of understanding and sheer adoration shining back at you from his piercing stare.

Reno might have initiated this teetering courtship drunk on liquid courage, but there was no mistaking the clarity blazing from those diamond-sharp irises now. Emboldened by sober revelation at last to stake his claim and pour every single ounce of molten desire into ensuring you never once felt anything less than worshipped utterly between his skilled embrace.

"Just..." He exhaled a steadying breath, thumb tracing over the flutter of your pulse reassuringly. "Just promise me you'll still feel the same way after tonight. That I can wake up without regrets of having ruined our friendship or whatever this is between us by finally giving in to what I've craved since--"

Your finger silenced him with a gentle press over his parted lips, smile tugging upwards despite the lingering haze of arousal. Reno's eyes hooded with fresh hunger at your touch, riveted entirely on committing this unspoken exchange to memory down to the most infinitesimal detail.

With a delicate tug, you drew his head back down until your brows brushed in a feather-light span of closeness. Your gazes locked and held across that infinite distance - lips scant inches apart, chests rising and falling in torrid synchronicity once more as you simply allowed yourself to drown in one another.

"I promise," you finally whispered in a hushed rasp of steel, the wispy heat of the words fanning across his mouth deliciously. "So wake me up already, Reno...and show me how I've ruined you completely."

His splintered groan of sweet anguish and relief swallowed your answering sigh as Reno's mouth crashed over yours to pour out every unspoken yearning he'd wrestled with since the start. This time there was no restraint, no tenuous hesitation as he branded you with molten possession - tongue delving deep, powerful body coiling yours into complete surrender as you both finally, blissfully, indulged in what simmered between you uninhibited at last.

Around you, the rest of the world fell away into insignificance against the storm of bliss raging from your joined forms. Only the whisper of half-shed clothes and the thunder of ragged breaths echoed through the dimly lit space with each glide and reverent caress leading you both deeper into rapturous ruin together.

When dawn finally streaked the horizon in pale light, two bodies lay tangled amid the scattered aftermath of your explosive joining. Reno nuzzled his face against the sweet hollow of your throat, lips quirking in private satisfaction as his lashes fluttered against your fevered skin in the softest of barely-there kisses.

"No regrets," he rumbled in a raw, utterly contented murmur muffled by your embrace.

Outside, the crisp spring morning sang with new awakenings and emboldened promise. But in the sanctuary of your shared cocoon, you had already slaked your deepest thirsts and rendered sleep a distant fantasy yet again - drunk on each other through the hazy glow of a different rapture entirely.

[southside-otaku]

Not sure if it’s like the moon, season, or what but here I am writing AGAIN! Yay🥳 Anywho, here’s more for our Daddiest Kaiju Officer Kafka because I am now reading the manga because I am so down bad and so invested in this story!! As always this is a fem!reader but anyone can enjoy!

MDNI 18+

“Oooh fuck, Kafka!” Needless to say it was a great time for everyone to be at the training grounds right now. If anyone were around they would hear the obnoxious noises and vulgar comments being ripped out of your throat as your back hit the wall over and over from your boyfriend’s harsh thrusts.

“God baby, you feel so good. You bein’ a good girl for your handsome officer yeah?” Again he thrusts his fat cock up into your already sopping wet pussy. You give out a guttural moan hearing the squelch between your thighs which were burning trying to keep purchase on your boyfriend’s hips.

You could tell he was getting close by the way his large hands gripped your ass harder and his hips moved at an even faster pace- man has inhuman powers ya know he’s gotta put them to good use.

“A-aah! K-Kafka, baby, I can’t! I can’t anymore-“ he hushes you and kisses your already bruised lips in a passionate embrace attempting to calm you before he completely ruins you for the third time today. “Cmon Princess, I know you can take it. You fit my cock so well, no one else can do that. Cum f’me doll.” And with that you drench his awaiting cock in your juices as he fills you with his seed.

He rests his forehead on yours as the two of you catch your breath. “Damn mama, that was the best one yet. Hope nobody decided to head back early haha” he chuckles with that big goofy grin.

That night, however, when the boys were hanging out poor Ichikawa hardly said a word to his friends. He was never taking a training break to look for Kafka again.

Taglist:

@i-literally-cant-with-this @kazutora-kurokawa @manji-hoe lmk if you wanna be apart of my taglist! I’m gonna try to write more!

[kaijunouhhhhhhhhhhummmm]

reno ichikawa x f!reader/ cock warming/ needy subby reno/ eventual breeding/ begging/ teasing reader 😈/possibly fucking up your furniture/ short drabble

“Please, baby, please let me put it in baby! You said I could fuck you raw, baby! Please!” Reno whimpers, his voice cracking as he slides his cock on your slick pussy coating it with your juices. Poor thing. He’s so needy for your permission. But he’s so cute when he’s like this. Breathing so hard his nostrils are flaring, you can feel his heartbeat go erratic against your back, barely able to keep a pace up from your thighs squeezing him.

He’s thrusting as he stands behind you cock warming himself. It’s so sexy watching him be so needy. “You said I could- ah!” he’s gripping the table in front of you with white knuckles barely able to keep steady. “You said I could fuck you raw baby. Please, god, please!” you turn your head to face him and swear you see tears welling up in his eyes. He’s sweating, breathing so hard his nostrils are flaring, you can feel his heart beating so fast against your back.

“Are you gonna be good?” you reach back and caress his hair.

He’s so sensitive anywhere you touch him makes him tremble. “Mmm! Yes! Yes, I’ll be good baby! I’ll be so good for you!” he wraps his arms around your waist tight. You reach down and stroke the head of his cock. He jumps at the sensation “Fuck! Baby! Please! Please! I wanna cum inside! Fuck, please!” he’s fully whimpering having lost control of his voice and fucking your palm.

He’s so fucking cute. You kiss him and he’s so eager to stick his tongue in your mouth. So ready for his reward. You hold eye contact with him for a moment. “That’s what you want sweetie? You want to feel my pussy?” he nods quickly, breathing from his mouth now. He’s already so close. “But you’re already gonna cum.”

He shakes his head ‘no’ vigorously and swallows hard. “No! No I won’t! I’ll be good! I won’t! I’ll give you my cum when you want it! Let me! Please!”

“Stop.” you whisper. His hips stutter to a stop. He trembling. Barely managing to control himself. You can see the effort on his brow. His eyes are shut tight trying to concentrate on not ejaculating. “Open your eyes.” his eyes snap open. He’s taking such deep breaths. You admire his efforts for self control. You draw circles on the head of his cock with your slickness. He moans, his body trembles, shudders, eyes rolling to the back of his head, biting his lip. All the muscles in his body tensed. Slowly, tenderly, you slide the head of his cock in your warm welcoming pussy. Just the head. His head rolls back and he lets out a deep groan. “Don’t move yet.” you demand. Your eyes are still on him taking in every detail of his reactions as you slide him inside you. He locks eyes with you. His lips trembling, you can barely make out a ‘Please’ on his lips. You see the veins in his neck stick out, his jaw muscles tightening.

You allow another inch. Scared of crushing you he places his arms back on the table. The veins and muscles of his arms taunt. Another inch. He lays his head on your shoulder. “I can’t take it baby.” he’s practically crying.

Finally you push your ass fully on his hips, taking in his whole length in one fast movement. It takes the breath out of him. He takes a deep sudden inhale as the surprise of your warm, wet pussy envelopes his aching, swollen, drooling cock. His entire body is tense like a string is pulling him from head to toe. You admire his obedience. He still hasn’t moved like you ordered.

“Stay still.” you start to fuck yourself on his length. Gyrating your hips as he hits your sweet spot. He’s so stiff you feel sorry for him. His mouth opens and his eye lids flutter closed as he starts to go dumb from the sensation. You grind yourself on him harder. You want his cum. You want to squeeze every last drop out of him. He’s standing still as you fuck the sense out of him. His body is relaxing and he’s swaying with your movements. Your ass smacking against his navel, he’s barely saying anything coherent. You make out ‘Yes’, ‘More’, ‘Please’, ‘So good’ but the rest is him mumbling, crying as he’s watching where you both connect. Spittle coming out of his mouth and dripping onto your ass. You feel your orgasm coming. You grab his face to make him look at you as you finally grant him his wish. “Please, fuck me.”

His eyes darken. In one motion your legs are spread wider, you’re bent over, your hips raised, your legs dangle, he lifts your ass up, you brace yourself for the beautiful way you’re about to be fucked. One deep thrust as he takes command. Another and your cervix is pleading for more. Another and your arms reach out for something to hold on to. He begins to fuck you fast and deep. Each thrust making your back buckle as he reaches deeper inside. The air is knocked out of your lungs and your legs and arms are trembling as it feels like his cock is reaching your stomach. Now you’re the one that can’t form words.

The table is being pushed forward, scratching against the floor as he hammers his cock into you. Your legs tense as you feel your orgasm coming. He’s breathing hard through his teeth feeling your pussy flutter around his cock. He’s getting close too. It builds until your legs squirm finally settling on clinging to his waist, your nails dig into the table, you let out a soundless scream until finally sound returns to your vocal cords. The orgasm crashes into you electrifying your whole body making it shake and wrap your cunt like a vice around him “Cum in me, Reno!” you cry.

He grips your hips, his pelvis flush with your ass, as he grinds his cock into you finally letting himself have relief. He’s pushing into you more as he cums. You’re not sure if it’s his grip or his cock that’s lifting you off the ground. Holding his breath, then crying out your name, he bends down to your ear, shuddering as his balls empty. He gives you a few more hard deep thrusts. You hear him groan and whimper thank yous’ as he finally gets what he wants.

You both stay still as your pussy stops fluttering and his cock begins to soften. It’s quiet except for your collected heavy breathing. At some point the table was pushed directly against a wall and your feet away from where you both started. Your legs around his waist relax and settle on the ground barely with any strength to keep yourself up. His grip on your hips eases. He kisses the back of your neck lazily. “That was so good, fuck.” you feel him pull out of you. He groans at the sight of your cum leaking cunt. He puts his fingers into you. You clench around them. “You’re not full enough for me baby.” You turn to him. Hair sticking to your forehead, barely catching your breath, your legs cramping from how hard you were wrapped around him. You watch him stroke his hardening cock. His mouth slightly open watching himself play with the cum in your pussy. “I wanna do that again.”

[crushmeeren]

╰► Been playing with idea of starting to write for Kaiju No. 8 because I’m in love with Hoshina. I’d probably write for Reno and Narumi as well, but Hoshina would be my main focus.

╰► What do you guys think? ☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა

[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]

hear me out: Hoshina and Leno fighting over who gets to be where in an eiffel tower 🥺🤤

(wow this got out of hand. i apologize in advance for...what's below the cut.)

soshiro hoshina x f!reader x reno ichikawa + bonus implied!gen narumi

c: 18+ only, smut, threesome, eiffel tower, oral sex, unprotected p in v, degradation, back to back creampies

SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND — THREESOME EDITION!

“No.”

“Come on.”

“Nope.”

“Seriously?”

It’s amusing—watching your boyfriend and your friend bicker, like the source of the argument isn’t who gets fuck which of your holes. The latter, Ichikawa, is uncharacteristically ruffled, chest heaving a little in frustration as he crosses his arms over his chest, doing his best to look serious despite the hard-on tented at the front of his sweats.

Admittedly, Soshiro really could work on being a little less selfish, given that the situation the three of you now find yourselves in is entirely his fault.

It’s been months since Soshiro began teasing you about Ichikawa’s blatantly obvious crush on you, something that, surprisingly, seemed to intrigue rather than annoy him—enough for him to cajole you into admitting you were attracted to your fellow officer, too. 

“He looks like he’d be sweeter than you in bed,” you’d teased once, to which Soshiro rolled his eyes, gently flicking your nose as he replied—

“‘Cause you probably wouldn’t act like a damn brat for him.”

But it’s only been a week since most of the base was out at a lively nightclub for a rare evening to let loose, a week since Soshiro sat beside you with a smirk as a drunken dare between your group somehow found you straddling Ichikawa’s lap.

At Soshiro’s own insistence, the rough scrape of his slightly drunk tone too much too ignore, you jokingly gave Ichikawa a lap dance.

A lap dance that grew much more serious when Soshiro huffed, grasping Ichikawa’s hovering hands and plastering them to your hips.

A situation that got wildly out of hand when your boyfriend, who was sitting beside the two of you, head leaning against the back of the couch with a lazy smile and heavily-lidded eyes, rasped—”Kiss her.”

You hadn’t been expecting it, the way Ichikawa’s hand splayed against the back of your head, the burning intensity of his gaze before he leaned in and kissed you hard enough to have you gasping for air. 

And Soshiro had fucking been the one to coyly invite Ichikawa to join whatever the hell this is.

“—sounds pretty ungrateful to me, her mouth feels fuckin’ fantastic, too,” Soshiro shrugs, his tone almost condescending. 

“I’m not ungrateful, Vice-Captain Hoshina! She just said—” Ichikawa sighs in frustration, glancing to you for assistance.

Admittedly, your sloppy, drunk makeout session had also involved more than a little dry humping, the outline of Ichikawa’s erection like a beacon of fucking depravity against your bunched up skirt and cotton panties. Soshiro had used a finger against your chin to turn your attention back to him, his lips pressing into yours while Ichikawa tried and failed not to moan under the rocking of your hips, and both of them had heard you whine a bit petulantly, “I wanna fuck him.”

Clearly, Ichikawa hadn’t forgotten that comment.

Too goddamn turned on at this point to let this standoff continue, your voice is soft and sweet as you turn to Soshiro and pull out your trump card, “Remember that time you said you wanted to know what it would feel like to fuck another man’s cum into my…oh…what did you call it…”

You pause, for emphasis, doe-eyed and innocent as you place a finger on your chin. “Oh, right. My slutty, fucked out pussy.”

Ichikawa fucking chokes.

Soshiro grumbles as he glances up at the ceiling, unable to deny the sheer level of depravity that leaves his mouth when you goad him into the derogatory dialogue that gets you off like nothing else.

“Ya better make the most of this, Ichikawa. Even Narumi didn’t get to do this.”

Ichikawa looks torn between asking if you seriously had a threesome with the Captain of the First Division or if you’re seriously going to let him come inside of you.

Instead, he positions himself behind you on the bed, his breath audibly hitching in his throat when he runs his hands over the globes of your ass, likely marveling at the slick arousal drooling from your pussy, sliding down the inside of your thighs and dripping onto the comforter. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs under his breath, reaching out to drag a finger through your creamy folds, and you whine at the sparks of pleasure that ignite in your abdomen beneath the tease of his touch. “She’s so wet.”

Soshiro kneels in front of you, cradling your face as his hard cock bounces against the outside of your cheek. “She gets real soaked when she gets to act like a slut.”

Ichikawa inhales sharply, not used to Soshiro’s harsh words.

“Do you like it when he…” he trails off, hands feathering over your hips.

You nod.

Clicking his tongue against his teeth, Ichikawa uses his thumb to rub a circle over your fluttering entrance, silent for a moment as he mulls over the words dancing on the tip of his tongue. His voice is quiet, a little rough and strange as he murmurs, “You like being our slut?”

Oh.

Something inside of you cracks open at that—the uncertainty of these filthy words leaving Ichikawa’s soft mouth, the undeniable pitch of arousal in his tone despite it all. 

You moan.

Ichikawa groans, watching the way his finger disappears inside of your cunt as you rock back into him, spearing yourself on the stretch of the digit. 

Soshiro chuckles, “There ya go.”

Whatever the promise of dry humping Ichikawa’s shaft held, it’s nothing compared to the feeling of being split open on his cock, your entire body going pliant as he surprises you further by fully taking control, groaning repeatedly about how good you feel as he begins to repeatedly snap his hips into the shaking swell of your ass. 

And as you take Soshiro’s cock into your mouth, reveling in the familiar taste of his precum smearing across your lips before you swirl your tongue around his thick length, it’s all you can do not to collapse forward when he strokes your face and says, “Should I tell Ichikawa how much you love bein’ a whore?”

You moan around his shaft, fingers cradling his balls as Ichikawa digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass, and he takes that as your blessing to continue.

“Do ya think he’d believe me if I told him how you fit mine and Narumi’s cocks into your mouth at the same time? 

Ichikawa’s next thrust is sloppy and rough, his balls slapping against your ass. The pleasure simmering in your gut flares white-hot. 

You know Soshiro’s eating this the fuck up—this opportunity to push every button that he knows will turn you into a sobbing, cock drunk mess in front of the other man.

“Bet you want all three of us, don’t you? My dick in your ass, Officer Ichikawa in your cunt, and Captain Narumi stuffed between those pretty lips.”

It’s impossible to hold back the groan that comes tumbling from your throat, and you nearly choke on Soshiro’s shaft in the process, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as the pleasure inside of you rapidly begins to approach its boiling point.

“Holy shit,” Ichikawa exhales, continuing to split open your greedy cunt on his cock, sliding freely in and out of the grip of your tight walls thanks to arousal that continues to gush out of you. 

You come—hard.

Your orgasm is a trembling, euphoric tidal wave of pleasure, one that leaves you boneless and shaking in its wake as Ichikawa fucks you through it.

“Where—” Ichikawa gasps, on the verge of his own climax.

“Tell Ichikawa what you are,” Soshiro says calmly, pulling his dick out of your mouth.

Well—

“A cum slut,” you breathe out.

Ichikawa groans, fingers tightly gripping your hips.

“And what does that mean?” Soshiro asks, like he's talking about the goddamn weather.

You bite your lip, equal parts embarassed by how much saying this turns you on and intrigued by what it's doing to Ichikawa, “I wanna feel his cum in my slutty hole.”

“Jesus fucking chri—” Ichikawa chokes out roughly, cut off by his own orgasm, hips stuttering as he pumps rope after rope of thick, hot cum inside of you. 

You inhale sharply at the feeling of him filling you, your cunt clenching around the stretch of his pulsing cock, milking every last drop from him. When he eventually pulls out, Soshiro tugs you forward into his lap, Ichikawa’s cum thickly dripping all over him as he eases you down onto his length in one stroke.

“Thought you’d wanna to see,” he murmurs as he catches you staring down at the messy, wet space between your bodies, cum spilling everywhere.

A fresh wave of arousal shudders in your gut, and Soshiro shifts, laying you down on your back as he climbs on top of you. And it’s the filthy, wet sound of him fucking Ichikawa’s cum back inside of you, paired with Ichikawa’s stunned groans as he watches from beside you, that hurls you over the edge of one last trembling orgasm. 

Once Soshiro spills inside of you, your tight channel can do nothing but overflow with the hot, sloshing cum that pours from your sensitive slit. 

Slinging an arm over your face, you let out an unsteady breath as you unceremoniously announce several minutes later, “Someone’s gotta clean this up.”

And you can hear the stupid fucking grin on Soshiro’s face as says, “Ichikawa, are you any good with your tongue?”

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[ladybyakuya]

| BE SWEET TO ME. + soshiro hoshina, gen narumi, reno ichikawa, izumo haruichi. 

+cw. — f!reader,explicit smut, canon typical elements, established relationship, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, s&m themes, s&d dynamics, oral acts. +syn.— sometimes missions take days, even months but when they return home to find you in a very awkward position; you never knew that being caught while touching yourself could be so exciting. +wc. — 2k

+notes. — i became a lil bit selfish and pushed my hubby!hoshina agenda. | redirect to blog navigation.

• soshiro hoshina.

The shared bedroom of you and your husband is now filled with yearning, stifled moans, and cries seeking his presence. It has been a month. A month without your freshly wedded husband, a month without his touch, a month without . . .  

The house is mostly empty with both the brothers being at work. The ground floor is as usual bustling with servants and staff that work specifically for the clan but in this wing, on the second floor where you and your beloved husband reside, there is nothing but you, your yearning, and loneliness. One of your arms travels down in between your legs. It is almost instinctive, curious even. The hand that you hold against your face after it has just grazed your entrance is glistening with proof of your yearning for him. 

At the very next moment, your hand slips under your kimono again your middle finger finding its way inside you. You could feel yourself clench around your finger but as you slowly start to move your fingers, in and out, your folded legs start to pull away from each other. You lean back against the heap of pillows stroking your finger in and out. Head now arching backward while your finger movements have changed, trying to find the pinnacle of this insanity whilst moving up and down, to and fro, each stroke slightly stronger than before yet you can not seem to place a finger on it, like hoshina did on wedding night. 

Click! Your body jolts, sitting up straight, legs rested one over the other toes almost touching your butt as your thighs aligned as you sat sprawled beautifully like the arch of the neck of a Swan. It is a good thing that you are wearing a house kimono, so easy to carry, so swift to hide the lewdity. My God! Oh, how Hoshina has missed his beautiful wife! 

Still, he acts curtly.

“C’mon, why did you stop?” Hoshina walks towards the bed and sits at the edge of the bed. His body facing away from you yet his head is turned towards you. You could not speak. You could not think. You might have been holding your breath. Yes, you must. For how long has he been standing there? Since the moment you closed your eyes or . . .Hoshina extends his hand to cup your face. His touch is rough, and full of strength on your skin. As he squeezes your cheek a little bit while running his thumb over your slightly parted lips, you curl like a cat under his touch. “You’re here. I — I was just surprised,” you whisper.

“Go ahead. Finish what you started,” You suck in a breath upon hearing his demand. It is not like he has not seen you. But touching yourself while he is still here, getting yourself off while he is all ignored . . .is not right by him nor is in accord with the duties of a wife. But Hoshina happens to think otherwise. Seeing you like this, like a flower in blossom, unaware of what to do he could not help but grab the wrist of your arm that was underneath your robe a few minutes ago. He licks your slick-soaked fingers clean off whispering, “C’mon make those wet again!”

• gen narumi.

“Why did you stop?” Narumi interjects as all your senses and movements come to a halt for moment. His lips are practically thread away from your mouth. There is a visible tent in his underpants yet he refuses to pay attention to it. He would rather focus all his attention on you, who is currently sitting on his thigh without any underwear but the short tee is still intact. Narumi could see how aroused you are. Your nipples are prominent even through the cloth. You have been practically humping his thigh since he walked into the room. How dare you? How dare you use a dildo in his absence while he has been holding himself back, keeps playing games so that he just does not end up giving in to the urge of jacking off in the toilet late at midnight, especially after stressful meetings. That thing? That cylindrical thing— he takes that an insult to him on his manhood. 

“Weren’t you humping the plushie I gave you?” You were desperate. He was gone for a whole month, leaving you all alone with your yearning and that damn plushie that reminded you of him everytime you hugged it or barely glanced at it.

Gen goads into you further. .. .his head arching, eyes landing on your nape as he wet his lips with the tip of his tongue thinking of, yeah, just thinking of kissing you, marking you. “Narumi please.” you plead hands being clammy due to being held by him at the back of your waist while his other arm rests on his thigh. He grabs the dildo that he kept it on the side table and turns it on. It starts to vibrate in the air and the buzzing sound is nothing but a sound of shame for you now. “How many times . . .” Narumi takes it closer to your entrance and he can feel your skin flexing upon his thighs. “Just how many times did you use it?”

You can not answer that. Not that he would be angry or disappointed if he knew the number but its just that it was his fault that you are here in the first place, so close to your orgasm yet feels like a foreign dream. You just wanna cum while Narumi refuses to give you that until you answer. The only touch between him and you is his show case of strength on you while you drag your lower body up and down his thighs.

“When you send a selfie.” 

Narumi’s hands drop like a withered petal of an old flower that is way past from its bloom. The dildo hits the ground and its still vibrating. Yeah, probably you could have answered that question better it seems. 

“I was barely naked.” He said with such a flat face as if that skin tight suit with mask on, droopy eyes with such a morning face would not turn you on. 

“Oh! Shut up,” You finally snap breaking free from his garb and before he could counterattack your lips were already on his, no resistance, no fighting for dominance just wanting.

• reno ichikawa

There was no funny business for Reno when it came to you. He has informed you earlier that he would be home today so that your heart and body fills with hope and want before he decides to take claim of both But when he saw you through the slit of the door it made him a little dizzy. The drawing room was dark and the light coming from your room was the only source of light. He would have stumbled upon the plant pot if he had not been so habituated with coming home to you after every mission. He takes slow but eager steps to see if the sounds that are coming from your room is really what he thinks it is. Ren stands against the shadow of the door for a while letting the fact sink in that you actually gave in, that you actually listened to him. 

Reno did not think you would. He did not think you would be ready to listen to him without him nagging for it till you give in. It has always been like this so why would he expect anything different this time? But maybe being away from home, for whole thirty days and that too due to mission sure affected you in ways that went far and beyond his imagination. Sure, he thought you would miss him, call him late at nights despite your share of workload, even send pictures maybe nudes sometimes but he never thought you would be busy in your room preparing yourself for him. He suggested the idea just an arrow in the forest but he had no idea it would reach you yet it did. 

It did reach you and now you are on bed trying to suppress your moans by cupping your mouth and legs apart from each other as you push and pull the dildo he parceled while he was away. Seeing you like this, so eager and ready for him has already spiked his heart rate ten times than his normal heartbeat. He opens the door and your lust-filled gaze, glazing sweaty skin is now only for him to soak in.

“Reno—” you moan his name in between working the dildo into your pussy. “What are you waiting for?” Those unrefined movements of your hand, the posture, and the lingering tears in your eyes suggest nothing but the fact that you are new to this. 

“Did I make you too long?” He asks letting his bag hit the floor with a thud and getting on to the edge of the bed. You barely give him a nod with a ‘hmmm’ and the next thing you feel is his lips on yours, soothing the wait, rewarding the ‘good girl’ in you while pulling out the dildo out of your pussy. Your muscles flex around the air as Reno deepens his kiss. He then straightens up, undresses himself, and throws the shirt somewhere on the floor before getting on his knees to hook his arms on your inner thighs. He laps his tongue against your pussy once and peers at you and since you don’t say anything he puts his lips to work this time.  

• izumo haruichi

Izumo thought he would surprise you with his return but his plan had a boomerang effect on him instead. Indeed, you were never the one to be fond of surprises to being with so it already seemed like a gamble to him. But just when he was about to enter the shared bedroom, he heard you: moaning and whispering. He would not mistake your voice even though it has been a month since he properly heard you, heard you like this, calling out his name voice laced with lust. 

The way you are moaning he could imagine in which position you are touching yourself, even how close you are. He hesitated to ruin that approaching high, after all he hates it when you do it with him.

Now, he is standing outside the room leaning against the wall while you are inside the room. The presence of wall has never been excruciatingly painful before. The door of the room is slightly parted giving him enough access to hear your voice as he zips down to take his member and relieve himself from the pain while you are drowning in pleasuring yourself. 

“Fuck,” Izumo hisses under his breath as he clamps his fingers around his cock, his thumb lightly tapping on the tip of his cock. His pleasure stems out in strings, sticking onto his hands. A month full of missions, thirty days without touching himself, saving himself for you so that when he returns home to you he is all you can have, he is all you could imbibe. Of course, there were times when he was tempted to touch himself and it was always in thought of you. But he did not rather he wanted to save himself for you. It is always about you, always has been but standing outside the room while jerking off as he hears you calling out his name mind warped in insanity, desperation, and pleasure. He can enter the room if he wants. Albeit! he can barge into the room and give you what you need and in that process subside the tide that was high in both of you.

But seeing you so desperate, so needy, and that too for him fills him with immense love for you, reminds him of his days during the mission where he would find himself submerged in the thoughts of you, unable to touch you, unable to hold, and not wanting to channel it through him by getting himself off. It must be frustrating, right? To be consumed by need so much that you forget everything but the source. You just need to hold on a little longer. He can tell that you are just a few strokes away from reaching the peak. He is too. . .he thinks  . . . he has now sat down on the floor with his legs sprawled apart as he strokes his cock in quick and rough motions. He wants to cum with you, not after, not before but when you do.

[ladybyakuya]

| when we're done making love and you look up and give me those eyes |

+cw. — abo au, headcanon format, mating cycles, heat cycles, some canon elements, omega!reader, gn!reader

+wc. —0.6 k

+syn.— where do they like to mark? Is it before marriage or during the first night? Is it you who marks first or him?

+notes. — mandatory celebration post for gen narumi but my brain said why be so biased hahah. enjoy. | redirect to blog navigation.

Reno Ichikawa → Reno Ichikawa is the type to talk about marking before actually doing it. Marking is a big step when you are in any kind of relationship, whether serious or casual. So, without consent, he will not mark you. Reno likes to mark where you can see, touch his mark, and perhaps miss him when he is not around. It could be when he is inside you holding you as close as possible whispering how good you are to him and how blessed he is to meet you or it could be when you are sitting on the kitchen counter sipping a warm cup of coffee. He is talking about his day at work when he suddenly becomes a little cozy and comfortable. He takes your hand and bites around the wrist. It does not hurt much but when his teeth latch away from your skin you can see it in his eyes saying, “We've all night long to make it more memorable.” And throughout the night he makes you remember how he is worth your time. He is a little too excited to get marked by you. He is not really concerned with “where” rather he is more focused on “how”.

Gen Narumi → Gen Narumi will mark you when you two are engaging in sex with both of your sanity intact. He will not mark you when you are under the influence of heat cycle and begging him to mark you neither will he mark you when he is at his peak of mating urges. Surely, it slightly breaks his heart to see how desperate you are to get marked but he is totally aware of the fact that it is your hormone talking. So, when he is not in his rut and you are not experiencing heat cycles he will mark you, as many times as you want and wherever you want. But when he is done marking you: along your nape, inner thighs, wrists, and calf muscles he gets a little shy when it is your turn to mark him. He is the type to avoid eye contact after being too intimate so it takes time for him to muster up the courage to talk or even look after the marking session. Once he gets out of his shell of shyness you are in for an absolute treat.

Soshiro Hoshina → Hoshina likes to mark where your hands can not reach, nor to soothe the pain nor to remember how it felt and nor have the privilege of even seeing it. Only he can see where he marked. He is the type to leave multiple marks, on your nape and back. And he insists on being marked where it is not easy to see. Not because he wants to hide his relationship from the eyes of the world but because he wants something solely to belong to himself without the scrutiny eyes of his family. Growing up in a traditional family he is the type to break rules whenever he has the opportunity. So, even though you two already had a marking session before he would still insist on doing it on the first night after marriage. No one will know except you two.

[sashi-ya]

YES, RENO-SAMA soft dom! ichikawa reno x f! reader. dom/sub

⋆ requested by: anon. Could I ask for Reno or Kalfa from Kaiju no 8 for dom/sub whichever you feel motivated to do. f!reader please and thank you. ⋆tw: mdni. explicit smut. soft! dom! ichikawa, he is very kind but dominant as well. oral (given). spanking. vag. ⋆wc: 2.2K // event masterlist

You would naturally think of Reno as a calm man, perhaps an even soft vanilla lover. But tonight, you are about to discover you were completely wrong.

Captain Mina has given you all a free day after a very rough battle; everybody left the base as fast as they can, nobody wanted to lose a single minute of freedom. Plus, nobody were sure when a new Kaiju might be attacking, therefore you all needed to make the most of that day.

“Uh… (Name), wanna… maybe- have a date tonight?” Reno asks, placing a soft hand on your shoulder.

Your relationship has been growing slowly since you both joined squad 3; only kisses and not much more were shared. Both were definitely too focused in learning and getting stronger. However, the click in which both have fallen for the other had been instant.

“Of course!” you chime happily, soon turning in a kinda embarrassed expression when his hand grazes your to grab it. Even if probably every member of the squad already know about you, it’s still all very new.

He gives you a delicate smile and grips rather strongly to your hand. Reno guides you outside, as if he had taken the lead the moment you said yes to his invitation.

You follow him, of course, as his steps are firm and steady. Something about Reno’s vibes tonight have you amazed; a dominant aura that you kinda want to submit to.

Both agreed not to attend any restaurant tonight; and despite the word “date” had been used, you were happy to have some hot instant ramen by a seven eleven on a random street of Tachikawa.

“You sure you don’t want to go to a fancy place, (Name)?” he asks, a little confused.

“Not really; I always wanted to eat ramen on a conbini with you” you smile as you slurp one single noodle with grace.

He scoffs sweetly, and taking a poor-quality napkin, Reno cleans the commissure of your mouth coming very closer to it.

You smile, allowing him to kiss your lips. First a peck, then a more passionate one. And then, another.

The tension built; the need implanted. The kisses given started to become mingy for the both of you. Your flesh and body have now started to ask for more ~

“Where are you sleeping tonight, Reno?” you ask, in between those breathtaking kisses.

“Uh… I think I’m coming back to the base. There aren’t really any trains at this time that will take me home” he honestly communicates.

“Oh, I see. Maybe you could come home if you prefer not to go back to the base” you murmur, fixing your eyes on the floating naruto on your soup.

Reno smirks, and it is probably the first time you get to see such evil tinted smile coming from him. He stands up, walking right behind you, passing his hand from your waist up to your belly bottom.

His chin rests on your shoulder, his arms squeeze you harder. The tall chair against the counter on the convenience store windows, only separates your back from hitting his abs.

“You want me tonight, (Name)?” he susurrates, surprising you big time. You didn’t know Reno was capable of speaking in such way.

You swallow with eyes opened big. That’s not a lie, in fact, you want him tonight and the following nights as well.

“Yep ~” you whisper, feeling your cheeks burning -and your core, even more-

You aren’t sure whether you finished or not your 200円 soup, but you are indeed sure there is something more delicious awaiting for you the closer you get to your apartment.

And here you are; right in the front of a 3-story building, typical suburban construction, with a teru bōzu still hanging from the side of your balcony. Reno hasn't said much during the walk there, so you are not sure what will happen next…

Well, the moment you open the door for the both of you to come inside, he snatches you from your waist to finally plaster his lips against yours.

His hands reach for the small of your back, pulling you against him. It is not surprising that you can feel his hardness through his dark grey jeans, and in fact is all you wanted deep inside you.

Despite knowing the hallway shouldn’t be used for this, there is nothing you could do to stop that silver haired man that’s willing to devour you.

“Re-Reno… I live on the second floor…” you manage to inform, as he bites your neck.

“The moment you cross that door you have to promise you will obey me, ok?” he whispers right in your ear.

What did he- why- is this… should I say no? should I say yes?

“Yes, I will Reno”

On its own, your lips spoke confirmation. Your body in charge, your brain shut down.

He softly pushes you inside, and him follows. Closing the door right behind him, he doesn’t care of any of the excuses you could probably mumble about the state of your living room. He simply aches for your body, for you submission.

“Please, (Name). Kneel down” he commands, dominantly and yet soft and calmed.

You nod and slowly let your knees reach the ground. You are not innocent; you know exactly the way your hands should be resting on your thighs; you know exactly he will make you wait enough for the next order.

He takes his bomber jacket off, letting it fall to the ground, and walks slowly towards you. His hips are now closer to your face, and you are dying to crawl on his leg like a kitty in need.

And in fact, that’s exactly what he wants you to do. His index travels down your chin, pulling your face up, making you come closer to his sex.

“Come here” Reno commands, patting his thigh.

You comply, grazing your palm from his knee to his hip bone. While your cheek already lays on his lap. The warmth of your breathing reaches his crotch, making that silver haired man squirm just a little.

His hand falls upon your face, soft, gentle but dominant.

“I didn’t know you were that submissive, (Name)” he comments, while a single look tells you to lower the zipper of his jeans.

“We seem to be a perfect match, Reno… I mean, Master Reno” you murmur, giving him puppy eyes. Your lashes casting shadows on your heated cheeks, as the light inside your apartment only comes from the big windows of your balcony.

Reno swallows; he might be a secret dom but is difficult to resist to your lulling enchants. His cheeks get a slight pinch of pink, his hand gets a little sweaty.

You proceed to kiss right on top of his boxer shorts, as he pushes you ever so softly against his hard rock sex.

Your eyes never leave his lilac tinted grey ones, as the tip of your tongue taste the precum dampening fabric of his underwear.

“Can I pull it down, Reno-sama?” you purr. “You may, (Name)”  Reno mutters, with difficulty.

You proceed, eager to see what he is hiding underneath, eager to taste his flavour right from the source...

The elastic hem slides down, getting stuck in his prominent hipbones. Delicious anatomy, muscle, bones, skin getting bumpier as the tip of your nails scratch softly his flesh.

Freed his sex, you take a little time to enjoy the beauty of it. Hard, of course. Pale, but with a blushed tip. The right size, even if it might be too long for your mouth and throat.

Sticking your tongue out, sexily showing the reddish wet tip of it, reaching so close to his very own tip. A drop of precum connecting both surfaces, forming a string of transparent deliciousness.

Unable to resist a single second more, Reno needs relief. Even the toughest can flaunter… “Suck it ~” he orders, with a raspier voice than before, with a serious -yet desperate- tone.

You nod and immediately after you surround his sex with your hand, pumping slowly as you take it to your mouth.

Deep, deep until you gag. His hands tangled on your hair, moving your head up and down, making it bob violently. Reno can’t go slow no more; and your teary eyes looking straight into his, can only fan the flames.

Your knees, still on the ground, have stopped feeling the pain of your body weight against the cold floor. Everything is focused on the way Reno grunts. Your arms, surrounding his hips. Your nails, carving tiny marks on the small of his back.

But Reno is not a man whose only purpose is to receive pleasure, and in fact, he is quite more interested in making you moan his very own name. And thus, he stops your oral delight -even if his body ached the moment your lips abandoned his hardness-

“Stand up, stand up” he orders, with a broken voice and trying his best to keep himself together.

You do as he asks and wait for the following instructions. However, he is barely able to think of anything besides pushing you softly to your couch.

Like a victim, waiting for a beast to attack, you wait for him to finally pounce on you. But him, being how gentle Reno can be, still is able to contain himself to undress you in the most sexiest way possible.

Only his long grey shirt covers his body now, as he has freed himself from the trousers trap around his ankles. Kneeled on the sofa, right next to you, he gets rid of your shirt.

Exposed your breasts, his smirk turns more visibly. Reno is pleased with the view, probably happy that he is able to see them for the first time.

Then, and without still touching you -leaving your expectant body desperate and hot- he proceeds to lower your dampened panties. Reno leaves your skirt on; he knows exactly what he is doing.

“Come here, sit on my lap” he commands, sitting comfortably on your couch.

You smile, and definitely jump on him. Your warm folds land on his throbbing shaft. There is still no penetration, but it is enough to feel flesh against flesh. And it is absolutely wonderful and intimate.

He proceeds to run his fingers through your ass cheeks, while his lips first land on your collar bones and then down your breasts.

You can feel his sex trying to reach your entrance, on itself, so desperate to finally bury so deep inside your walls.

With still a hand on your ass, moving you up and down, and the other one reaching for your clit, Reno traps one of your nipples into his mouth. He pulls and sucks, and traces circles on your very sensitive feminine spot.

Your head thrown back, whimpers leaving your mouth, nails carved on his shoulders, the wetness of your core slipping back and forth on the surface of his sex.

“You are making a mess on me, you know that (Name)?” he asks, devilishly and forcefully increasing the speed of his masturbating fingers.

“I- I’m sorry- I’m-“ you stutter with your own words, knowing you are probably unable to follow any orders from here.

Reno scoffs, sexily, knowing you are probably on the verge of climax; ready to burst.

He gives you a soft spank, making you whine. He gives you yet another one, it doesn’t really hurt. It feels exactly like a delicious spicy sensation on your skin.

“Don’t be sorry, you’ve been doing just right. Your wetness will be very useful…” he whispers, with his lips pressed against yours and pinning your arms right in the small of your back.

“Now, stand up just a little…”

You give thanks to your training on the JKDF, as you are able to lift your hips up even with your arms being held. Your sex, dripping with your own juices and his mixed up, awaits for that tempting hardness to be finally inside.

And it does, with Reno’s free hand guiding just enough for his tip to align with your entrance.

“Sit” “Yes, Reno-sama”

Little to no words were needed, as you flop down, allowing his sex to impale you to the point of feeling it as deep as possible.

His hips finally start moving up and down, you don’t even need to do it yourself. However, your body locks in, and synchronizes with his thrusts. Being the motions that intense, that your old sofa makes noises you’d never listen to.

His chin pressed against the middle of your chest, allowing your breasts to surround his innocent -only on the outside- façade. He is in heaven, and you are probably brought to the very pit of hell for such an impure lust.

Climax is right there for the both of you; you contort on top of him, you have lost track of your movements. Reno, however, who knows he is about to burst is ready to let you come first.

And so, never forgetting his role in this dominant submissive play, he just unpins your arms allowing them to be finally resting on top of his shoulders.

“You may come for me, (Name)” he commands, -as if it was necessary-. “Ye- yes, thank you, Reno-sama…” you moan. A moan that gets stollen by Reno’s lips. He inhales your whines, like sacred air to be breathe.

Bodies so close, about to melt into each other. Kissing so passionately, reaching to the max so deliciously.

Thank you for this night off, captain Mina…

[sashi-ya]

MASTERLIST KAIJU NO. EIGHT MINI EVENT

⋆ +18 - hibino kafka x f! reader. nsfw. size kink. 🍆 ⋆ +18 - ichikawa reno x f! reader. dom/sub 🧎‍♀️ ⋆ +18 - soshiro x f! reader. bite kink 🧛‍♀️ ⋆ +18 - haruichi x f! reader. voyeurism 👀 ⋆ +18 - kafka x f! reader. praising kink 🙌 ⋆ +18 - soshiro x f! reader. lactation kink 🍼