⋆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."
Work has been draining me beyond belief, but here are some fluffy headcanons that sprouted in my mind yesterday, and I had to share them!
Dividers by: @thecutestgrotto
What it would be like to wake up to ...
Soshiro Hoshina
1. A certified cuddlebug. His head lies snug against your chest, your arms around his shoulders as you both sleep facing each other.
You wake to the feel of him burrowing further into the blankets, or against you, still sleeping like a stone. Such luxury is reserved for your exclusive time together, when he has days off, when a kaiju alert is still a distant dream.
2. You wake to his warm weight settling between your legs, his chin propped on your stomach so he can watch you slowly come to wakefulness.
He may flick your nose and grin as he compliments your 'radiant' morning face. Even in the most tender moments, Soshiro is an inescapable and ruthless tease.
3. You wake, disoriented, perhaps after a fleeting and disturbing dream, to the full length of his back pressed to yours. It's grounding, warm, and you often drift back to sleep, finding reassurance in the slow cadence of his breathing.
4. He rouses you by nibbling on your ear, or kissing your cheek softly. It's his favourite way to wake you when he wants to spend the day with you.
You must, of course, start early, so that every precious hour is bracketed, preserved, stolen moments of bliss layered between the golden mundanity of walking along a sun-warmed pavement, hand in hand.
5. Your head is tucked against his shoulder, one arm draped over his solid abdomen as the first light of dawn breaches the gap in the curtains.
He likes resting his chin on top of your head. It affirms his role as a protector, the contact assuaging any doubts about your safety. You're always most secure when you're with him, of course.
You half-wake to him slipping out from beneath you to get ready for work.
6. You wake fully, half an hour later, to the feel of him kissing the top of your head, the edges of his unbuttoned jacket draping cool against your skin. Every goodbye should be a proper one, after all.
7. You wake at midnight, or some other ungodly hour, to the feel of him climbing in beside you, his cool skin warming against yours.
For the first time that day, he shows his exhaustion, sighing and hissing slightly as you ease your hands over sore muscles, carefully feeling for the edges of bandages.
Soshiro never speaks of his pain, and you've taken it upon yourself to seek it out, to soothe it in the ways that only you can.
8. You wake to the sight of him, naked, the firm, sinuous lines of his bare back visible above the blanket where he lies sprawled out, in the kind of dreamless sleep that comes after a night of lovemaking.
His hair is tousled, mouth half open, deep breathing audible, a rare sight. He cracks one eye open the instant you brush his hair away from his brow, his smile lazy, content and utterly yours.
Gen Narumi
1. A cold foot shoves against the back of your knee, the rest of Gen's body spread out away from you. This is how he sleeps when he's been restless, eager for a new challenge, until the desire inhabits him, body and soul. He dreams vividly, tossing and turning.
2. Gen can mimic a koala bear with frightening strength. His arms surround your waist as you sleep on your side, his head planting solidly against the middle of your back. It is his breathing that tickles you awake.
This usually occurs when he comes in tired from a mission. He knows he's going to wake you, but the weight and warmth of his body, the security of his arms, will lull you back soon enough.
3. After he's well fed, showered and ready to hit the hay, Gen can also resemble quite a fetching starfish, lying on his back, arms outstretched, light snoring waking you in the middle of the night.
There is, however, plenty of room on that chest for you lie on. Gen may tuck one arm around your shoulders as you sleep, nose buried in your hair.
4. You may wake up to an empty bed. Beating the next level on his new game is sometimes worth forfeiting sleep.
He's been surprisingly considerate, though, by shoving a pillow between your arms and bent knees. You've had a blissful sleep, and your annoyance evaporates when you find a steaming mug of coffee on the counter as he mutters over the muted sounds of the game.
5. You might wake up to cackling befitting a foggy Scottish moor before Macbeth makes an entrance, Gen's elbow lodged in your ribs.
He's posted something else on social media that has gone viral, and he's risen early to see the number of likes and comments. As soon as you're awake, he launches into a rundown of the highs and lows. His elbow stays wedged against your side, in case you fall asleep while he's gloating.
6. You rise a little late, and can tell, immediately, that he is pretending to be asleep. You play the game and shake him awake, aware that he was watching YOU sleep. He grumbles about how pushy you are, as if his voice isn't gruff with early morning tenderness.
7. Gen doesn't really have preferences on whether he's the 'big' or 'little' spoon. Both positions have their merits.
If it's post-coital, he's usually the big spoon. You wake up to his body pressed against yours, nose buried against the back of your neck, and impossibly soft kisses pressed to your shoulder.
This is Gen's most precious, private self, the face only you get to witness, and neither of you break the silence spun by unspoken intimacy.
8. He brings you cup noodles and an onigiri in the morning. The scent wakes you, and if it doesn't, he waves the cup under your nose until the spice makes your nostrils twitch.
He calls it the breakfast of champions, and he would know, because he's the strongest in Japan, even when dressed in rarely-viewed fleece pyjamas with a bear embroidered on the front (they were comfortable).
He sits cross-legged across from you and eats his own cup ramen. He splashes a bit on the bedcovers, and you scold him, half-heartedly, already plotting ways to steal his pyjama bottoms.
I have gotten into watching a lot of Kyota Ko shorts on YouTube about the culture and history of Japan and he has some hilarious pearls about Edo period.
I just imagine after Kafka awakens the full power of the samurai and they decide (or were forced by Isao LMAO) to stay with Kafka he gets like a whole audience giving him the most outdated advice xD.
Like in Edo period there was a huge difference between the amount of women and men. There were far less women and if a man got divorced there was a high chance he would never find a woman to marry him again. (I imagine with the amount of men in the army we saw they had to be not just noble houses but also lower class men). So if Kafka got with Mina for example (or any female character) and they had a row Kafka would get a chorus of voices on how he should apologise and beg forgiveness bc no way someone gonna marry him again. In this economy?!
Another thing was that payment usually was on "trust me bro" rule and twice a year debt collectors would be hired and go to collect those "trust me bro" payments. Thus I think such situations in Kafka's mind would be pretty common occurrences:
Samurai: you should get her a really expensive gift!!
Kafka: i can't afford that!
Samurai: it's okay! When a debt collectors come just pretend you are dead! I did that twice!
Samurai 2: I once spent entire night on the rooftop of my house until the daybreak. Those suckers never found me.
Pop pilates: an intense, mat-based exercise format that fuses classical Pilates moves with upbeat pop music and dance choreography, creating a high-energy, full-body workout that emphasizes core strength, toning, and fun.
word count: 730 words
content warnings: pop pilates instructor!reader, some grammar errors most likely, just a bunch of crack lol
author’s note: had a dream about this one and i’m still cracking up about it. go listen to Woman Commando by Ayra Starr, Anitta, and Coco Jones (one of my warmup songs in my pop pilates class <3)
Kafka: very hesitant when you invite him to a class at first. this man has the BARE minimum of athletic abilities, so he’s scared he’s gonna stand out and struggle in class. decides to be in the very back of the fitness room so he doesn’t embarrass himself. uses all the modifications you offer in each set, and he collapses dramatically when a song finishes. feels absolutely defeated once class ends haha. doesn’t understand how you have so much energy after each song and can shout and move at the same time.
Reno: joins with Kafka so he doesn’t go alone. honestly, after the warmup and total body opener sets, he’s more enthusiastic about each new move. takes every advanced move like a pro and doesn’t even break a sweat! even has some of the other members come up to him and congratulate him for his first class. you consider bringing him up on stage with you next session.
Kikoru: is a non-believer at first. essentially jumping around on a mat for an hour as a form of exercise? why do that when she can train on her own? it isn’t until she joins your evening class that she’s IMMEDIATELY humbled. how is it that the old ladies in your class are showing her up in every set? you go to congratulate her on completing her first class and she swears to you she’ll be back and has to get better at this.
Furuhashi: he’s somehow louder than the music lol. yells out during sets so he can get through them, and in turn the rest of the class also starts yelling out. hypes himself up and everyone in the class when the songs end, and you consider giving him your microphone so he can be the personal hypeman for the day.
Aoi: he is the model student. never complains, silently observes your demonstration, and executes it to a tee. he’s glad he’s able to take a fun and entertaining class like yours since training can feel grueling and tedious at times. at the end of class, he approaches you and lists every muscle you exercised and used that day, even though he knows you’re probably already well informed.
Haruichi: is honored you thought of him! even wears a pink scrunchie in his hair for class so he can be in theme. like Reno, he fits in pretty well with the other ladies, and he has the brightest smile when the song ends and you clap for everyone. he’s the only one in the group whose mobility and flexibility is on par with yours. maybe after a few more classes, he’ll move closer to the front of the class.
Hoshina: this mf lol. don’t let his smile fool you. he teases you RELENTLESSLY at first when you offer him a spot on his off day. you want him to come to your little class with your little yoga mat and little pink water bottle? nevertheless, he shows up and you bring him on stage to be your demonstrator. doesn’t struggle nearly as much as Kikoru, but you know he’s winded by the time you get to the end of cardio. collapses into the floor once the fitness room is empty and never doubts your abilities and stamina again.
Ashiro: she did a pilates class once and never went back because she found it a little boring. once you explain that pop pilates is more energetic and fun, she decides to give it a try. you can tell she’s actually enjoying class when she finishes the set and compliments the girl next to her. does extremely well in ab and leg exercises but doesn’t have the flexibility you do. at the end of class, she tries to think of ways to implement these exercises in training sessions for the new recruits.
Narumi: i’m sorry, he’s not coming to your class unless you yank him by the ear and drag him to your studio. similar to Hoshina, dismisses your little pilates class and would rather spar or do weight lifting than move around on the floor. has almost two left feet trying to keep up with the moves, and gets increasingly frustrated seeing how easy you make it. with a sweat-drenched shirt and his hair an absolute mess, he declares your class lame. he then shows up again the following day off.
we’ve had a rough go of it lately, haven’t we? yeah… we have. so as the resident ceo of making all your faves gay™️ i have a present for you in the form of part 2 of my mina ashiro fic coming later today just as soon as i finish editing it 🙏🩵
i would also love to answer any questions you might have with my own headcanons because trust- i’ve written a lot… mostly in the form of romance but we’ve still got a few technical hcs too especially given the fact that one of my ocs/self inserts is commander of the science division. SOOOO… feel free to pop into my ask box with all of your relationship, friendship, etc questions and i will try and figure something out to quell your interest until matsumoto returns 🙏
(psa; this is fanfiction- key word FAN-FICTION meaning these are just my own headcanons and may or may not be canon compliant)
(ppsa; my specialty is obviously the girlies ((rin, mina, tae nakanoshima, kikoru, etc… hey let’s even yap about the newest lady sagan 👀)) & don’t ask me anything if you don’t want it to be gay 😉)
(A little something from my drafts, which I adapted 💛😉)
Dividers by: @thecutestgrotto
Narumi
Gen's kisses are harder, close-lipped, at first.
He has never been comfortable with giving others access to the parts of himself that are truly vulnerable.
It takes a few tries before he pauses, drawing away from you, reading your countenance as if he hopes to find some elusive answer there.
He never smiles, but he doesn't need to. The way his arm folds across your shoulder, holding you with insistent strength, is a plaintive, unspoken request for you to remain where you are, to give him this time unreservedly.
Gen never does anything by halves. He tries again, and again, mouth softening gradually against yours, before you're kissing him fully.
He speaks confidence into his own lips, as he always must, authority juxtaposed with heady need, slightly clumsy, only drawing back when you need to take a breath, one hand curving around the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.
When he finally pulls away, it's only because he is satisfied with how he's kissed you, that he's given you all he possibly can.
The hope in his eyes is easily hidden, easily bruised.
He is wondering if you want him just as much as he wants you.
Hoshina
His kisses are as unpredictable as a thunderstorm in summer, electric and elusive.
When you least expect it, his lips are brushing the edge of your ear, the tips of your fingers, soft against your bare shoulder when he passes by on quick, light feet.
They are reserved for when you are truly alone.
He can hold them over your head like a leopard dragging its kill into a tree, smiling with knowing charm as he watches you gear up to ask him for what you desire.
He never denies you though, simply toys with you a little, on occasion.
In spite of his playful approach, none of his kisses are anything less than an earnest expression of devotion.
He touches you as if he's about to pull you into an endless dance, his lips firm, sweet, hungry against yours.
You open towards him like a sunflower, for all the gentle, teasing warmth he brings, daylight seeping past the fluttering curtains of your innermost self.
Soshiro's breathing never remains even when he kisses you, and when you part, his eyes are the still, violet depths of a hidden forest lake, filled with a lover's hundred secrets that only you will ever know.
Kafka
He never hesitates.
For each time you separate, and are drawn back together during the course of the day, he has a kiss for you.
They are burning marks of affirmation, on your cheeks, hair, nose, eyelids, forehead.
For your lips, there is only adoration, ardent and rough-edged, taking as much as he gives.
And Kafka gives endlessly, of himself, for you and those he holds dear, and it's most evident when he kisses you.
He always cradles the sides of your face first, hands moving down to your neck, then your waist as he presses his lips to yours.
You both often forget to breathe, sharp exhales breaking you apart as you feel the brimming curve of his smile against you.
His soft goatee pricks you lightly, calls your hands up to his shoulders as if by instinct, anchoring you as you grow more aware of how tall he is, the breadth of his torso.
Kafka is always the largest, all-encompassing presence in a room, and his kisses feel much the same.
They are an open door to a most trusted sanctuary, simply furnished, its cosy gleam beckoning you in from the cold.
They are an echo of hushed laughter, tangled limbs, breathless whispers of intent.
They stay with you, a most welcome shackle tugging at the corded sinew of your heart, stitching themselves there for as long as you draw breath.
