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Lost my last tumblr account to my goldfish brain. Anime, game and Kpop fanfic writer. Maddy | 24 | Australian This blog will contain fanfics of adult nature Open to requests

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content: mdni, angst and fluff and smut, modern AU, f! reader(s), established relationships, breakups/makeups, all of these take place in the same au but with diff readers, oral (m! + f! receiving), piv sex, sukuna + naoya are their own warnings lol, gojo + choso being down atrociously for their girls :p

cyberbully!Sukuna x f2p!Reader

one two three four five six seven

cutscenes : five stars (coming soon)

ex-bf!Naoya x influencer!Reader

one two three four five

streamer!Choso x fangirl!Reader

one two three four five

cutscenes: game over?

chronically online loser loverboy!Gojo x nerdy!Reader

one two three four five

cutscenes: marriage material

pro-gamer!Geto x roommate!Reader

one two three four five

youtuber!Nanami x cosplayer!Reader

one two three four five

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Slow dancing in the dark

Satoru looked down at you, resting your head on his shoulder as you slow danced. Oh how he wished for this moment for so long. How he longed for you to hold on to him as he slow danced with you on your shared wedding night. A dream was all it was. Nothing would never come of this dance, the wedding day where he said ‘I do’ while looking you in the eye faded with each passing day.

After all, he was too late, to scared to admit his feelings to you, from childhood to adulthood, he could never bring himself to do it. Satoru knew he lost you the day he saw you talking to Nanami. As charming as ever, such a gentleman. Satoru watched as a blush rose on your face, the giggle that escaped your precious lips, the way you moved your hair out of your face. Satoru knew those signs all too well. He had watched you do the exact same thing in high school to the boy you liked. It shattered Satoru. You hadn’t looked at him that way, ever.

Satoru thought about the lights and how dark they were. Nanami couldn’t accompany you to your friend’s wedding. Satoru knew he was a stand in for Nanami. While the dimmed lights allowed you to dream, dream that it was Nanami here with you instead. That you were in Nanami’s arms. Satoru didn’t want to slow dance in the dark, but he knew he couldn’t compete with Nanami. He knew you were smitten. It was best for him to give up now, before he got more hurt. It was hard, hard to hear you murmur about how Satoru was the best friend you could ask for, but he didn’t want a friend.

You lead him back to the table once the song was over, ducking to go get drinks for you both. Satoru contemplated his own relationship. He had jumped into one when Nanami asked you out, not wanting to seem lonely. His new partner was perfect. She’d do everything for him. All the weight was taken off his shoulders when he started dating her, she took care of him. To anyone else, she was perfect. Yet, every time he looked in her eyes, he searched for you, just a glimpse of what you and Satoru could be. Every touch, he tried to fall for her, but it never worked. She never was you. He was simply passing time in her arms, hoping that one day you’ll look at Nanami, that you’ll get lonely and beg for Satoru. That you’ll miss the way he laughs, that he can give you something Nanami can’t.

Your eyes met his when you sat.

“Are you happy?”

“Where did that come from Satoru?”

“Are you? I hope you are. You know I’d die for you. I just want you to be happy.”

“I’m more then happy, please don’t worry about me.”

As Satoru laid in bed that night, he thought about all the feelings he had never laid to rest. He couldn’t sleep a wink. He was happy you were happy, even if it killed him inside, he would die for you.

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A/N: Hope you enjoy the Joji reference.

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Headcanon - Shy Agent Washington

Wash has always been kind of shy, being at the bottom of the leaderboard and getting a light bullying from the other freelancers will really do that to him

Wash isn’t shy around new people, he’s a freelancer but around someone he finds attractive? You bet he’s shy.

So cute, he mumbles and stutters on words, is thankful that his helmet hides his constant blush

Wash doesn’t comprehend anyone liking him either. Being backstabbed by his team and the people he trusted most have left him a bit scarred to say the least

When you join the freelancers, he doesn’t speak to you much, but he definitely watches you working out and sparring

Wash gets really blushy when North catches him and gives him a light teasing. He gets extremely panicked when he sees North talking to you

But he gets really thankful when you walk up to him and talk about how North said Wash was looking to spar

Even though he spars with you for months, he refuses to take off his helmet around you, worried he’ll blush

He also keeps his talking to a minimum, preferring to listen to you

The shyness and butterflies upon seeing you never really go away. He just keeps it to himself

When the project finally falls apart, his biggest regret is not saying anything to you. He has no clue if you were even alive. He would curse being shy

He would promise himself that if he ever saw you again, he would get over his shyness and just kiss you

When Wash sees you again on Chorus, he feels his shyness come back. He goes up to see you, stuttering and blushing again because it’s you and you’re beautiful and alive.

And when you say his name, he feels like is going to short circuit, it’s like music to his ears

He’s trying to ask how you’re alive and where you’ve been, wishing to himself he could get up the courage to just do anything to show how much he’s missed you

But he doesn’t expect you to ask him to take off his helmet and reminisce about how he had always refused in the freelancer days

And when he finally does, he knows his face is red and he can’t meet your eyes

You reaching your hands out to his face and meeting his lips definitely makes him short circuit.

Wash would definitely return the kiss after he gets his bearings. He would want to do it over and over again but he’s too shy to initiate

Wash would wait for you to reach back in before he would indulge. It would take him months to finally and truly believe that you share his feelings.

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Professor Hatake x reader

Parings: Hatake Kakashi x reader

Reader Gender: They/them pronouns - AFAB

Genre: Smut - Minors do not interact

Other: University AU (Separated into years), Alpha Kakashi, Omega reader. Professor Kakashi, Student reader, Slight breeding kink, Marking, F/N (First name) over Y/N (Your name) used

Kakashi organized his papers that were strewn across the desk. He sighed, lining them up and preparing for the staff meeting. He made his way down the hall to meet with the other professors. Wandering in, only slightly late, he watched all eyes flick to him. Iruka gave him a disappointing look as he took his seat beside him.

“Now that all professors are present, let’s discuss the students. Is there any trends, concerns or issues arising?” Konoha was a small university, consisting of only 50 students in each year. This cohort of professors taught the 3rd years in their respective subjects, Iruka focusing on history, Gai in Physical education, Orochimaru in chemistry, there were more teachers, but he didn’t interact much with them. Kakashi himself taught biology, with a focus on how each of the different special gendered possibilities interacted with each other. A special interest of his was guessing which category each person fit into, Alpha, Beta or an Omega. Kakashi himself, being an Alpha could normally sense when other alphas or omegas were on heat, but there were no other known signs on how to tell in current research. His eyes swept the table, Iruka was a beta without a doubt. He’d known the man long enough to know he’s never gone into heat; he had barely taken a sick day. Gai was also an alpha, taking off 2 weeks every six months. Tsunade was… looking at him angrily.

“If we may steal just a moment of your attention, it would be greatly appreciated Kakashi.”

“Of course, the question?”

“The student F/N L/N has been missing for a week and hasn’t informed anyone. Do you have any idea of their whereabouts?”

“I can’t say I do, sorry.”

F/N L/N was an average student in his class. Not the best but far from the worst. Mostly came in and did their work before leaving for the next class. It wasn’t unusual for a student to take a day off here and there and not inform anyone, but a week without telling any professor was cause for some alarm. The students were adults, in their 20’s; by this point, they could handle their work fine. The greatest concern was that the majority lived alone and if they got hurt, they had no one to help them.

“Who has the least amount of classes for the day?”

Every professor around the table mumbled out their remaining classes. Kakashi was the only one without classes. Tsunade didn’t hesitate.

“Kakashi, come to my office after this meeting. I will provide you with F/N’s address and you are to go check on them and ensure their safety. “

There goes his afternoon. The one day he has a free slot to mark papers, taken by Tsunade’s wishes.

The meeting continued without further discussion on Kakashi’s behalf. There were no trends or concerns in his class, he wasn’t even sure why he had to attend these meetings. A better use of his time was to work on the next topic for the class.

Once the meeting had concluded, he followed Tsunade to her office. She shuffled around through the student paper, attempting to locate F/N’s file. She finally placed a file on the desk, a small picture of F/N on the front. He had to admit, if they weren’t his student, he would have found them at the very least, slightly attractive. Tsunade copied down the address on a sticky note, handing it to Kakashi.

“Just go make sure they’re okay. You can have the rest of the day off. Consider it a thank you for checking on them. Pack up and head over now.”

“I’ll tell you how they are on Monday.”

“Sure, have a good weekend Kakashi.”

Kakashi reviewed the note on the way to his office, it wasn’t far, a 20-minute walk, if that. At least he got an early Friday out of it.

Kakashi packed up his things, looking over at his half-written work. The work for the next lesson sat, glaring at him. ‘The effects of marking on Omegas’. An important topic for anyone looking to go into the research of alphas and omegas. Kakashi would have to finish it Monday, possibly read up on sources over the weekend to reference.

It wasn’t as if he had marked anyone himself. Most of the sources he read explained it as euphoric, a once in a lifetime feeling that could never be replicated. It was apparently something that came on instinct to mark when either the omega or alpha was in heat. Kakashi had specifically avoided that. He would never sleep with someone when they were on heat, after all, it could bring on his own. On his own heat, he would lock himself away. Marking was a bonded for life sort of deal, not something he was interested in.

As Kakashi walked towards his student’s house, he reviewed the topics he had covered so far. Most were surrounding the mating ritual research or lack-there-of. It was still so under researched. Lost in his thoughts, he had finally reached his destination. Walking up to the door, he raised his hand to knock.

There was a sweet smell drifting in the air. The smell was hard to explain. When F/N opened the door, the smell hit him like a ton of bricks. The pheromones of an omega, something he had smelt before but never this close. Kakashi could feel his instincts igniting at the scent.

“Professor Hatake?”

You stood in front of him. Your face was flushed and your lips looked unbelievably glossy. You stood in front of him in a long t-shirt and what he would hope was panties underneath.

“H-hello F/N. I just came by to check on you and make sure you’re okay.”

Your eyes looked glazed, and you seemed completely out of touch with reality. There was no denying that you were in heat. Kakashi tried to advert his eyes.

“’s okay, professor, you smell really good.”

You were definitely out of it and too far gone to think straight. Kakashi could feel his pheromones start to build as he stood in your presence. He had to leave, his heat would come on quickly standing in your presence and he could already feel the rush of lust heading straight down.

“Yes, well, now that I can see you’re safe, I should take my leave.”

You stepped out a little from behind the door catching his wrist. The jolt of excitement it sent through Kakashi was dangerous.

“Professor, why don’t you stay a little while?”

Kakashi looked at you, your eyes were half lidded now, a desire filled gaze looked down at the connected hands. You tugged Kakashi back a little, the smell from your apartment hit him again. He was losing all sense and allowed himself to be tugged into the apartment. He knew he fucked up when the door clicked behind him, but he had lost all will to fight against it.

You sat Kakashi on the couch, sparing only a single moment before seating yourself on his lap. Kakashi couldn’t stop looking at your face, your perfect lips, just begging to be kissed. Your eyes and the way they trailed down his body, almost filled with excitement when you saw the tightness of his pants.

“Forgive me professor, but I can’t help myself.”

You reached down, pulling down his mask and connecting your lips. The session between you two became a heated mess of tongues as you eased themselves to sit on top of Kakashi’s dick. He could feel your wetness soak into his pants. Kakashi grinded up into them, making you moan into the kiss. Finally pulling away for air, a trail of saliva connected your lips. Kakashi went straight for the neck, kissing and sucking on your sweet spots. Hands started to wonder and Kakashi gripped your right breast, feeling the smooth skin under his hand. The nipple was unbelievably hard for him, he knew you were horny, but he didn’t realise you were this desperate.

Kakashi broke away from your neck, seeing the red and purple forming where he had been a tad rough. He flipped their positions so that you were laying on the couch. Kakashi removed both of their shirts, finally getting the perfect view of your breasts. Kakashi didn’t waste a second, dipping his head to suck on your nipple. He reached his hand up to play with the other while you mewled underneath him. He could feel his dick twitch in anticipation at what was to come. He could only imagine the pre-cum that was leaking out of his throbbing erection. Kakashi released the nipple from his hand, chuckling a little at the annoyed noise you made. His hand trailed slowly down, slipping past the elastic of your panties. He could feel how wet you were for him. His hands hadn't yet found their way inside of you and they were already slippery with your arousal.

When Kakashi finally slipped a finger in, he heard a groan of pleasure. He moved his mouth to the other nipple, leaving a trail of saliva before slipping another finger in. He pumped slowly in and out at first, his fingers curling while inside, trying to find the perfect spot. That didn’t last long as you started grinding on his fingers, trying to gain more friction, more movement, more of him.

“Patience baby, I promise to stuff you full of my cock soon.”

Truthfully, it was taking everything in Kakashi to not just do it now. His heat response had kicked in enough that he needed to fuck you into oblivion but not enough to forgo ensuring you were prepped enough to handle him.

Removing his fingers, he scissored them, watching as your arousal connected between the two digits. Kakashi brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

“You taste so good F/N. If you feel even half as good, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you all night.”

Kakashi reached down to remove your panties, sniffing the pheromones off them before flinging them away. He didn’t hesitate, moving to free his erection next. He watched a little as you sat up, eyeing his dick as it sprung free. Kakashi removed the rest of his clothing before spreading the pre-cum over his length. He knew he was decently sized, a bit on the girthy side and he could see in your eyes the excitement build.

Kakashi moved his length between your folds, gathering your arousal before lining himself up. When he finally thrusted in, he lost all control. He pounded his way in, all the way to the hilt. He could just hear you moan mix with his own. Kakashi wasn’t escaping this, he was going to keep fucking you until he knew you were pregnant with his child. Until you were so filled with his cum that you became swollen.

Kakashi started moving and he was sure he was seeing stars. The way your velvety walls suck him in and clenched around him, the sound of your arousal coating his dick, creating a squelch every time he moved back in. He was sure this was heaven. Kakashi reached down to your clit, thumb rubbing in circles as you squirmed underneath him. The pleasure was almost unbearable, the mix of all the sensations drove him wild. When you reached up and dragged your nails across his back, his body reacted pleasingly.

Kakashi couldn’t stop himself from thrusting, pulling out to the tip and going back into the hilt. The thrusts were hard and fast. He used his free hand to pin your hip to the bed to stop you from moving. Your walls were clenching more, and he could smell how close you were to climaxing. Kakashi moved his thumb faster on your clit and when he felt your walls fluttered and clamp on his dick, the urge to mark you came. Kakashi had never felt like this before, he wanted it forever. He was so close to cumming, you were under him, begging for more, a steady flow of ‘don’t stop’ and ‘fuck me harder professor’ spilling from your lips.

“’m going to cum. I’m going to fill you up with my seed. You’re going to get pregnant for me. Is that what you want baby? You want to carry around your professor’s baby?”

Kakashi heard you choke out a ‘please Kakashi, fill me up’ between sobs of pleasure. At the sound of his name, he was cumming. He pushed himself in as far as he could go, making sure that his cum reached your womb. Kakashi slowed down slightly to milk himself inside you. In a moment of weakness, he reached up to your shoulder, biting hard and pushing out pheromones. He was still riding his high, too engrossed to care that he marked you.

Even after cumming, Kakashi still wasn’t satisfied. He was still rock hard. Seeing his mark on your shoulder only pushed to further his need to breed you like his perfect cum slut. You also continued to rock your hips against his, begging for a round two.

Kakashi happily obliged, fucking you again and again. Time wasn’t a factor of consideration, the only need Kakashi had was to continue filling you to the brim with his seed.

When Kakashi finally gained some control back over his body, it was morning. His mind was foggy and his mouth was dry. The nausea raised in his throat not long after, he struggled to get out of bed and make it to the attached ensuite. His legs felt like jelly, the only way he could hold himself up was by leaning on the sink. Kakashi dry heaved but nothing came up. Looking in the mirror, he had purple blooming across his skin. He had fucked up. He had royally fucked up. You were his student. He fucked his student.

The dizziness set in and he made his way back to the bed he woke up in. No more then two minutes later, there was a small knock at the door before it opened. Your head popped through. When you saw him, you brought a tray of food and water into his view.

As much as Kakashi was thankful for the water and food, he could see the purple marks moving up your neck from under your clothes.

“Are you feeling better Professor?”

Kakashi nodded, unsure of his voice.

“Can I ask a couple of questions? Like when you got here? Or why you came?”

“I came Friday to check up on you as you hadn’t been attending classes. What day is it?”

“Sunday.”

Two days. Two fucking days. He had lost control of himself for the whole weekend. He knew that being in heat with an omega could be bad, but he didn’t expect this bad.

“Um, professor? I have one more question.”

Kakashi raised his eyes to you, prompting you to speak. He watched as you rolled down the neck of your shirt to expose your shoulder.

“Is this a- um- a mark?”

Kakashi had severely fucked up this time. There was no going back. A mark. For life. The pheromones in that would make them bonded for life. All the research papers told him he would never be able to fall out of love with them once the mark was placed and the feelings grew. He’s fucked. He fucking came in them. How would he explain this to the school? How would he explain it to their parents.

“Professor, your breathing has gotten pretty bad. Did you need some water? What’s wrong? Is it a mark?”

Kakashi nodded. He watched as their face faltered before dropping. He watched as they went through the motions of acknowledgement, feeling everything in a mere 30 seconds.

“Well, I suppose there’s worse people to be bonded to, right Professor?”

At least he knew they could see the bright side.

“I hope you keep that same positivity for when the baby comes F/N.”

“The w-what?”

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AN: I was bored and decided to write this, I am getting back into writing after a 5 year break, so I apologise if it isn't the best. I appreciate all support. Requests are open if you did want to request something.

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Mafia boss! Levi x reader

Genre: Fluff (IG???)

I sat in the lounge room waiting for Levi to get back. He was always late when meeting with clients. It was reaching 2 am, the meeting should have been over 2 hours ago. I could feel my eyes become unfocused as the late hour caught up with me.

I was jolted awake when I heard the door open. My eyes focused on the clock, 4 am. I must have dozed off on the couch. Flicking my eyes to the door, I could see Levi standing there. His eyes moved over to me in the dim light.

“Y/N? What are you doing? You should be asleep.”

“I was waiting for you. You’re late.”

Levi hung up his coat, leaving him in his tight-fitting white button up.

“Meeting went over. I told you not to wait up for me.”

“If I don’t, who will?”

“I don’t need you to baby me Y/N. Just leave me alone.”

That was a pang in my chest. I got up, deciding to end the conversation there. As I walked closer, I could smell perfume on him. Meeting my ass. I continued towards my room. I knew Jean wouldn’t be awake at this hour to talk. I’ll catch him in the morning.

I knocked on Jean’s door closer to human hours. When he opened the door, I could see he was not long up himself. When he registered that it was me, he stepped aside, letting me into his room.

“What has the boss done now?”

“That’s so rude Jean. Can’t I come see my best friend because I miss him?”

“Do you?”

“No, Levi was rude to me last night and I need comfort.”

“I don’t know what you see in him. Find someone else to crush on that won’t break your heart every conversation.”

“Whatever. I don’t want to talk about it. How is your negotiation speech going?”

Jean gestured to the papers on the bed. I made myself comfortable and started shuffling through the pages. It was undeniable, Jean was an amazing negotiator, that must have been why Levi picked him. Levi even went as far as to letting me live with them and helping me when I needed it to keep Jean in his team.

“Are you coming tonight Y/N?”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah, we have a client’s party. You know I can always use a bit of arm candy.”

I swatted at Jean. “Yeah, I’ll come.”

“Wear your best dress.”

I quickly ran to my room and came back with a choice of 4 dresses, presenting them to Jean.

“Jean, pick.”

“I don’t know, at least try them on.”

It wasn’t unusual to strip in front of each other, we’ve been doing it since we were kids. Jean was unsure on the first two dresses. The third dress, however, got his approval. A red dress, reaching to mid-thigh and curve-hugging. It seemed fitting for a party. I decided to stay in Jean’s room for the rest of the day, carting my make-up and hair care across to get ready. My final look was approved by Jean and we left for the party at 9 pm.

The party was lively to say the least. My eyes scanned the room, searching for the boss, searching for Levi. When my eyes finally landed on him, he was surrounded by girls, all of them attempting to get his attention. I grabbed Jean’s arm to steer him in a different direction, when Jean’s eyes followed mine, he allowed me to take him in a different direction.

Most of the night was spent by Jean’s side, I followed him to Levi and the client for negotiations and back to the corner we had claimed as our own. My eyes would venture to Levi throughout the night, sometimes I would catch his eye and our stares would linger a little longer then necessary.

Around 1 am, Jean finally suggested going back to headquarters. I was exhausted getting back, flopping onto Jean’s bed. “Jean, give me a shirt. I’m staying the night.”

Jean flicked a t-shirt my way, which I slipped on after removing my make-up. Once I had finally laid on the bed and got ready to sleep, there was a knock on the door. I opened my eyes enough to see Levi standing in the frame. He was even more handsome in full light. His white button up shirt was slightly covered by a black vest that hugged his body and long pants that clung to his body as much as I wanted to.

“so what, you two are fucking now?”

I shot up at Levi’s words. He had it all wrong. Jean tried to explain that it wasn’t like that.

“So, you’re trying to tell me that she just gives it up to anyone then? Y/N, with me. Now.”

I stood up, following his order. Levi grabbed me by the wrist and started dragging me towards his room. He slammed the door behind us, sitting on his bed.

“Explain yourself. First, you’re so desperate to see me that you’re falling asleep on the couch waiting for me, now you’re falling asleep in Jean’s bed. Are you trying to sleep your way through my crew?”

“Excuse me? I have not slept with anyone from the crew. You want to talk about sleeping around, how about all the women you have constantly hanging off you, just begging to be fucked.”

“Really Y/N? Jealousy? That’s what this is about?” Levi sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I don’t sleep with those women, I need to keep up appearances for our clientele.”

“Whatever Levi, it doesn’t matter to me what you do.”

Levi sighed again, grabbing my chin in between his hands and making me face him. “If it doesn’t matter, then look me in the eyes and say it. If it doesn’t matter, then stop me.”

I was pulled forward, my lips meeting his. The explosion of butterflies in my stomach deepened when his other hand tangled itself in my Y/H/C hair, making the kiss become more possessive. When the kiss broke, his steel coloured eyes were staring deep into my E/C eyes.

“If we do this, no more running to Jean. No more undressing in front of him, no cuddling and no more wearing his shitty shirts. If you want me, then you accept that you are mine and mine alone. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes boss.”

“Good, I’m sick of all those filthy pigs looking at you. I had to watch their eyes undress you all night. Shitty fucking men. You’re all mine, no one else is allowed to touch you.”

“And the other women?”

“Gone.” Levi pressed his forehead to mine. His eyes glossed over. Understanding him was hard. All the times he was rude, seemed to become rose coloured with concern for me laced through his words. We sat like that for what felt like eternity before he shifted me on to his lap.

“I’m going to need you to be loud for me tonight, just so the world knows who you belong to.”

With the amount of times I said his name, you’d swear it was the only word I knew.

You'll have to excuse the writing because I haven't written properly in like 5 years. Hoping to get back into it. Feel free to send requests.

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It was distinct. The memory of when he first saw them. The way they walked through the door, a beautiful angel. They were younger, new to the scouts. Their face held a smile free from anguish. The horrors of outside the walls had not yet tainted their mind, had not yet marred their smooth skin. The memory hit at the worst of times. Levi rolled over, the girl he had bedded the night before was fast asleep. He didn’t care much for her, she wasn’t them. She wasn’t Y/N. She was simply a way to pass time. However, the eyes of the girl were the same colour. The hair fell the same way as Y/N’s. This girl would do anything Levi asked, she was in love with him. Despite that, Levi could only focus on the glimpse of Y/N that came through when he looked at her. The small glimpse of what they use to have.

Possible prompt for a Levi fic that I might write while I’m not at work (???)

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Gen Narumi x F!Reader - Fakers

Gen Narumi x F!Reader (Y/N usage) 

5.5K words

Fluff, Smut, angst. 

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

‘(First name)(Last name) 

Fortitude researcher’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The clock ticked beside his head, showing 9 pm.  

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

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

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

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

“Why don’t you just get a boyfriend?”

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

“Why did you choose me?”

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

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

“That question is off limits.”

“One last one, when do we start?”

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

“I look forward to doing business with you.”

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

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

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

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

“Welcome to my home son, come in.”

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

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

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

“So son, what’s your name?”

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

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

“That would be me, yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your dad is really nice.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Why not?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, what was that about?”

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

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

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

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

“Regardless of that, he gave me something.”

“Something?”

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

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

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

“You’re staring.”

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry. I can’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I steal a moment?”

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

“I’m here in a personal capacity.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you for your consideration, Hasegawa.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want the truth?”

“Please, that's all I ask for.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And if it does?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I really missed you too Gen.”