#Soshiro

[miyakiwiii]

I don’t know if your request are opened but I was wondering if you could write some Kaiju No. 8 smut mainly for Hoshina.

I’ve read the ones you’ve done previously and they’re amazing (let’s be for real here he has me in a chokehold) anyways I wanted to request a Hoshina x Fem! Reader smut lowkey any kinks but maybe if you’re okay with it have the two get walked on?

H-O-T T-O G-O!

Oh my goodness.. my requests arent open yet but i will take your offer! Since you asked so nicely :3

TW: Biting,You'se guys are doing 'it' in his office, hes too rough and fast..!,praise,biting,no plot just pure.. something!.... And tell me if theres anything i missed.. :3

NSFW AHEAD

He has you in a chokehold, fucking you so hard that your legs are trembling, he has you leaned in his office table, and gripping your waist like your trying to run away from him.

"Hnh.. hn.. too much, too muc-" you say, he covers your mouth and leans in, still thrusting inside of you.

"Ya wouldnt want 'em to hear us, officer [lastname]" He grunts, still pistoning his cock inside of you.

Tears swell up from your eyes due to the immense pleasure he was giving you. The smell of sex tinted against the air, sweat coating both of your bodies.

"Fuck... ya' look so beautiful like this underneath me."hoshina whispers in your ear, pounding you harder and faster.

You try to moan in response, but to no avail since he has his hand covered in your mouth.

He kisses your neck, the kiss is wet and sloppy, as he makes his way into your shoulder, biting it.

You moan once again, but he suddenly speaks and says "too bad i cant hear yer' pretty little sounds yer' makin' for me, otherwise we coulda been caught."

He says, licking the bite mark that he made on your shoulder

Suddenly, the door slams open, it was kafka!

"Hey vice captain you forgot too-" he stops once he opens his eyes. "Oh uh im sorry i uh- bye!" He runs out.

You blushed from embarrasment, hoshina opened his eyes and blinked twice.

He takes his hand off your mouth, and you speak and say.

"Well... i guess we did get caught." You chuckle. "Well its his fault he didnt knock on tha' door!" He responds.

I honestly forgot ehat i was doing *sighs* and this is so short..

[kaisa-ryo]

soshiro hoshina

tw: total nuisance 18+

english isn’t my native language!

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it seemed as if the vice-captain's coaching room was always quiet, clean and cool. but instead of all that, right now, skin-on-skin slaps could be heard in the coaching room. things are scattered all over the room, and the heat from the bodies continued to envelop you both.

— i thought we were just going to practice together — you say with a grin to the captain, who bumped into you, holding your legs tightly pressed against the seat of one of the simulators.

— huh? are we doing something else? soshiro answers, pushing a strand of sweat—matted hair behind your ear.

it seems that lately he's been obsessed with the idea that you belong to him completely. naturally, you liked it. besides, he could always take advantage of it when he was just around. in every sense of the word.

— and it also seemed to me that the vice-captain should be modest and restrained — you continued.

— you're going to finish playing now.

it was getting unbearably stuffy. there was a feeling that such hot air could warm the whole of antarctica. well, that sounds like a challenge.

— i don't even know how the whole squad will react to the fact that vice-captain soshiro hoshina is fucking y/n in his coaching room for the fourth time... — you say, breathing heavily. but hoshina always keeps her word.

he abruptly grabs your legs and pulls you down. instead of continuing to bump into you, he sits on his knees, spreads your legs even wider and starts licking all the mess that you made because of him. to say that you were in utter confusion is to say nothing at all. It's like your body was planning to break out of its own shell.

— oh, soshiro!

his legs twitched pleasantly from his accidental touches of the clitoris, which made the brunette squeeze his hips more and more. you feel that your body liked this feeling and you are waiting for you to finally be able to cum from it. it looks like he really is a real fighter, since he even has working tongue muscles. you cover your face with one hand in embarrassment, and with the other you dig into his hair.

— i feel like… i am now...

one of the most enjoyable climaxes was very close, but

there is a knock on the door and a familiar voice is heard behind it.

— is everything all right there? don't you kill each other there?

your hand abruptly slides from your eyes to your mouth and presses against it with all its force. kafka was standing behind the wall.

soshiro stopped, as if he had given you the go-ahead to answer. but the moment before orgasm made itself felt. there was a complete mess in your head, which meant that right now you wouldn't be able to connect two words. you wish soshiro hadn't stopped, but if he hadn't stopped, you would have been burned right away.

— y-yes... — finally escaped from your moist lips, — maybe we overdid it a little, but everything is definitely good!

well, it sounded more convincing in your head.

— then I'm sorry for disturbing you!

— go already! — your sweet tone immediately changed to a commanding one.

at the moment when the awkward dialogue finally ended, you felt the excitement gradually go away.

the brunette abruptly stands up and you slide even lower, lying on your entire back. he penetrates you again with a still hard, excited dick and continues at a faster pace. while the captain was picking up speed, he put his face close to your ear and, smiling, whispered "good girl" the butterflies in your stomach stirred, as if after a long hibernation. It sounded too exciting.

— show me how I "overdid it", doll.

the guy continued to enter at full length. you both liked it. but sochiro's captain's gut made him want more. he liked to dominate, to be on top of you, to make you squirm under him. In a sense, he even had a possessive nature. but he never had the courage to show it in full, because it would be strange if he molested you in public, having the status of a "colleague".

— i'm getting close... ah!

— don't hold back, show me how good it feels to be with me~

soshiro presses on your clitoris and watches how you react. you start whining until you realize that the end has come. you scream, clinging to his strong shoulders, and soon you're buried in them. you're wet in everything you can get. your legs are shaking, and your mind is floating somewhere in another dimension. hoshina pulled away to help you get up, but your legs were wobbly. there was nothing to do but fall on his chest and wait for him to take care of you.

he tucks your hair behind your ear again and kisses you on the temple.

— good job, y/n.

a bonus!

kafka: damn, just look at them! I think they really killed each other there...

ichikawa: man, they kicked you away because they fucked. Isn't it obvious?

kafka: YOU MEAN HE RAPED HER?!

[unorthodoxfaithxx]

Yandere Soshiro Hoshina SFW and NSFW headcannons

Soshiro as a yandere is a menace. Don’t let his laid-back, casual demeanor fool you. This man is very clever, and exceptionally manipulative. This means he always gets what he wants out of you, whenever. 

You don’t even realize it until it’s too late, but he gradually isolates you from your loved ones and friends.

Loves to monopolize you. Guilt trips you when you try to spend time with anyone else but him. He’ll bombard you with questions when you try to hang out with your platoon outside of work. Do you not love him anymore? What did he do wrong? He promises he’ll change, okay? Just don’t go. 

You’re not allowed to go on dangerous missions — when asked why, he’ll tell you it’s because he worries about you too much and can’t handle not knowing if you’ll return home safe or not. It distracts him from work, apparently. 

If you’re a civilian, expect him to appear at your doorstep anytime he’s off work. Don’t be surprised when he knocks on your door late at night after a strenuous mission, holds you, marches straight to your bedroom, and silently throws you on the bed with him to sleep.

And working with the government has its perks. Because of his standing, no one bats an eye when he does a full person lookup. He knows more about you than he ought to, private information like your workplace, daily schedule, identification, family background, blood type are all ingrained in his memory. 

Does it even need to be said? He’s strong. Really, strong. Which means if push comes to shove you’d never be able to run from him or escalate a fight - he’ll overpower you real easy.

NSFW

Soshiro would most likely be into BDSM. He’s a leader, and is used to power. He loves to be in control, and having you submit to him in bed drives him wild.

An absolute sadist sometimes. He loves to tease you. Overstimulating you and having you cry for him is one of his greatest guilty pleasures. 

He’s not interested in causing you harm, but enjoys spanking and other stuff you as long as you like it, too. 

Very much into a good game of chase, prey/predator.

He makes love very differently based on his emotions. If you made him jealous, regardless of meaning to or not, expect to be fucked into your mattress until you’re a ruined mess and can barely stand. If he’s in a good mood? Well, expect a gentle lover who’ll do anything you want. 

Loves the way talk to him in bed. Easily turned on the by sultry way you speak in the mornings, or during sex. Even without meaning to you get him going.

Soshina is a clean man, so don’t expect him to steal any of your used undergarments. DO expect him to have photos taken of you when you’re unaware, or straight up nude pics from your last fuck session.

(stay tuned for some much needed Soshina smut!)

[cherry0lad]

☆ UHHH HELLO? GURL MOVE HE SAID THAT TO ME 😚💅

[inkytypewriter]

An animation test I made.

I think Soshiro actually came out really well.

[strawberryfairi]

Soshiro Hoshina Fluffy Headcanons

↳ Ok, I'm fully convinced that Hoshina has no idea how fine he is, like at all.

↳ He'll get genuinely confused when someone calls him attractive. (Bonus: His brain would completely malfunction if you call him sexy. He'd think about it for a good week afterwards).

↳ Not only does he not know how attractive his is physically, he just doesn't get how much of a genuine catch he is overall compared to the majority of guys out here.

↳ I feel so strongly like he'll be so deep into his crush on you (and so obvious with it too omg), but he'd never actually expect you to like him back or anything. So he just tries to be content with being around you and having a nice friendship.

↳ Because of this ^^, Hoshina would definitely take a long while to ever get to actually telling you how he feels and asking you out.

↳ He'd never believe anyone that tells him things like:

"It's so obvious you guys like each other!"

"If you asked her out I'm sure she'd say yes."

You guys look so cute together!"

↳ Even when he does finally confess, in his mind he'll be already fully bracing for that hard rejection, for sure.

↳ He'll end up highkey not even hearing you when you tell him you've actually had feelings for him this whole time too. Giving that like "wait what?" ahh reaction.

↳ But then giiiirrrrllll trust and believe he'll be over the freaking moon happy! Definitely can't wait for when Narumi visits the third division base so he can flex on him with his new girl he pulled. On some Soshiro HIMshina vibes for the next month and a half, lol.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Genuinely in love with this adorable, fine man😌🩵

[kimsangie]

hoshinas

[m6rija]

⟡ ⠀hold me tight⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ soshiro hoshina & you

gn, flower shop owner reader who deals with depression and anxiety. hurt/comfort, a bit of angst maybe. this is the part 1 of my scaredy cat series.

what you had achieved so far slipped through your fingers like fine sand, swallowed up, swept away by greedy waves of poisonous distress, almost like ivy, choking your laments as they hugged your throat.

the prelude to a chain of events that would almost push you over the edge in front of the person you most admired— you felt so weak and ashamed.

the piece of paper was lying in front of you, sharing a place next to your friend's results.

your expression bordered on sadness even though you had passed just as he had, lips pressed into a thin line

you thought you didn't deserve it

and soshiro looked at you worriedly

he took your hand gently and even dared to intertwine his fingers with yours for brief instants

he ran the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand.

"sorry…"

you mumbled in an almost inaudible whisper.

you knew how hard he had worked to get here, how many sleepless nights had passed in which he had dedicated himself to training

how he woke up almost every day only to pick up the sword

how his hands were calloused, rough to the touch from gripping the weapon so tightly for so long

but you thought you lacked the same spark that he did

and that you were just following him without any purpose beyond accompanying him in his dream.

even if that were so, you would be useless as his companion.

you couldn't protect others, you were incapable of fighting and you felt useless compared to most others.

so why did you decide to accept your friend's proposal to take the exams for the defense forces together?

perhaps it was because of how enthusiastic he seemed to be when he told you about his plan.

how his smile spread across his face and his eyes took on the shape of little crescents

he seemed so cheerful talking to you, convincing you to hold his hand if you became nervous during the exam

your lower lip trembled with insecurity as you realized that you just didn't want to disappoint him

you were afraid to see his dissapointed face

because you wanted to live up to his expectations

however, the silent, disconsolate sob you barely managed to utter was proof enough of how much you demanded of yourself, and how it didn't seem to be nearly enough for you to live up to the man in front of you.

you didn't deserve the results etched in ink that went hand in hand with your name, much less could you allow your racing heartbeat to be the cause of your fractured smile that came before your tears.

because you were happy to have passed, but you could not accept it.

there were people much better suited for this job than you— and you even assured yourself that you would fail the next exam.

so if you were so fervent in your claims, why would you even take that second test?

why put in the effort?

"it would be… better if i supported you from afar."

you managed to feel that hint of sadness through the touch of the dark-haired one, who refused to withdraw his hand from yours

even though you tried to retract yours, trembling.

"i don't think i can do this."

you bit your lower lip with the intention of holding back those tears that threatened to spill from your eyes

"sorry"

your jaw trembled to the rhythm of your hands, voice bathed in obvious fear

your gaze barely lifted at the sound of your friend's voice.

"'tis not a job apt for everyone, so don't beat yerself up over it."

a soft, almost gentle tone adorned those words

and your heart ached in anguish when you didn't find the disappointment you had imagined.

perhaps he was hiding it, so as not to make you uncomfortable.

soshiro was always attentive to you— even his touch on your fearful hands was as soft as feathers

and that made you imagine that he was hiding what he really wanted to tell you.

because you'd heard harsh words throughout your life

just like him

he was as exhausted as you, carrying so much on his shoulders— and yet he had decided to stay by your side, to comfort you when you hit rock bottom and try to ease what you were so worried about.

you felt that all you were doing was occupying him more than he already was, putting more weight on him, even though he repeated several times that this did not bother him at all, that he did it voluntarily.

the wall that divided the two of you was the simple fact that he wanted to begin to fight against what he had been told throughout his life

while you were just sinking, learning to live with it rather than against it.

so you assumed that everyone would treat you the same; and when that didn't happen you simply thought the worst

even if you didn't want to

"ya better support me like you say"

soshiro's finger was pointing at you, and his little fangs showed above his lower lip

you lightly mimicked his smile, aware that he was only acting this way in an attempt to cheer you up

"i wanna see yer pretty face all happy, 'kay?"

[iceclew]

ARE WE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT HIS THEME SONG?!?

ARE WE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT HIS SWORD FIGHTING ANIMATION!?!

ARE WE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT HIM!?!

CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THIS!!!!

dasdhkajbafbdshcxkjchnkjvkjdnkjhes all i wished for - if you're looking for me I will now go die in peace, ready to revive next saturday.

[memoriesarchived]

Hoshina Soshiro - Archive 2

TW: NSFW, Smut at the very bottom, Creampie, Pet name: "Sweet Heart", Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Ass Slapping

Prequel: Archive Open, Archive 1

Summary: Soshiro was reassured, went on on a date and ended up staying for tea

Author's note: Lowkey did not revise this, so I apologize if there's any mistake. Credit the drawing to the artist! I couldn't find who the artist was, if you know please let me know!

Five hours had passed, and all Soshiro could do was watch the news, his eyes glued to the TV.

Ringgggg Ringgg

Wonder Gorilla was calling.

Soshiro immediately picked up his phone.

“Took ya long enough” he started, not realizing how tense he had been until he felt the invisible weight lift from his chest.

“Did you get home?” he asked, his voice a mix of relief and concern.

“Just now. I was stuck in Osaka,” came the reply.

“Couldn’t ya pick up the phone earlier?” Soshiro asked, a hint of frustration in his voice.

“Ahaha… my phone died.”

Silence hung between them for a moment.

“Aren’t you a lil worried, Coconut?”

“Who wouldn’t be?” Soshiro responded, his tone softening.

“Aww, stop it, you lil’coconut head.”

“Respect your elders, broomstick head” Soshiro teased, leaning back on the bed. His eyes drifted to his reflection in the window.

“YOUR MOM.”

Beep Beep 

Soshiro laughed, picturing Yoko’s face turning bright red, her eyes squinting as she delivered the line. Yoko was the most animated person he knew, always gesticulating wildly while telling stories and pausing for dramatic effect, only to deliver the most anticlimactic lines. She loved all kinds of stories—legends, folklore, fantasy, sci-fi, and history. They had even started their own little book club, sharing interpretations and debating deeper meanings that were hidden within the text.

After being released from the hospital, the first thing Soshiro did was take a shower. There was nothing better than showering at home. Walking out with a towel around his waist, he stopped by the mirror above the sink. Water still dripped down his torso as he bent over, looking at his wet hair and feeling a profound sense of relief and joy of getting out of that damn hospital.

“I need a haircut soon.” He mumbled before grabbing his hair towel and patting his hair dry. 

Now, Soshiro found himself stuck in his room, debating what to wear. After much deliberation, he decided on a slightly oversized white linen short-sleeve button-up, folding the sleeves up a bit for a casual touch. He paired it with a random Calvin Klein boxers and stepped into a pair of khaki slacks, securing them with a matching dark brown belt.

Satisfied with his outfit, he took a moment to check his reflection in the mirror. Everything looked just right. He then grabbed his black Uniqlo shoulder bag, which was hanging by the doorway, slipped into his umber brown Birkenstocks, and snatched the Vespa's key before heading out the door.

The ride to Mie was nothing short of enchanting, blessed by perfect weather. Soshiro reveled in the breeze combing through his hair, the fresh scent of nature mingling with each breath as he navigated the winding roads of Nara. As he approached Mie, the distinct aroma of the ocean greeted him, adding a touch of magic to his journey. Then something caught his eyes, Hanako San’s Flower Shop. 

Soshiro held a bouquet of delicate white baby's breath and light pink roses, wrapped in brown paper and tied with an aquamarine bow. Holding his breath, he pressed the button on the white-painted wooden gate. Moments later, he saw a blur of brown hair rushing through the door. As the gate opened, his breath was taken away.

Yoko stood before him in a cream-colored dress with a corset-inspired bodice and an A-line skirt, the shoulder straps tied into delicate bows. Her wavy dark brown hair cascaded freely, and her pink lips glistened.. When she looked up at him with her mesmerizing teal eyes, Soshiro was struck speechless, completely losing himself in the moment and forgetting every word he had planned to say. He watched as her cheeks turned red, her eyes drifting down to the bouquet of flowers he held.

"For ya," he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper, breaking the silence between them.

"T-Thank you, they’re beautiful" she stammered, her face breaking into a smile. Soshiro handed her the flowers, their fingers brushing against each other, leaving a lingering warmth even from the brief contact. "Let me put these away before we leave," she said, turning towards the house. 

As she turned away, Soshiro noticed that the dress was backless, held together by only two strings, showcasing her smooth skin. His heart pounded in his chest, heat rushing to his cheeks. He quickly turned away, covering his mouth with his hand as his ears burned. 

He got ready and mounted the Vespa, its engine purring softly as he waited for Yoko to join him. Yoko soon emerged with the camera strapped across her body. With a gentle smile, he handed her a helmet. After he got on, she wrapped her arms around his waist. The warmth of her arms encircling his waist, her chest and face pressing close against his back, made him wonder if she could feel the rapid rhythm of his heart. 

“You smell nice” Yoko whispered, Soshiro could feel her breath on his back. “You smell like freshly laundered sheets mingled with the earthy, sweet aroma of a summer rain.” 

"Okay, descriptive author," Soshiro teased, his face flushing red from the compliment. Thankfully, Yoko couldn't see it. She responded with a playful smack on his thigh, just hard enough to sting a bit.

"This is why you can't have nice things," she retorted, a small smile playing on her lips. Soshiro caught a glimpse of it in the Vespa’s rearview mirror. 

They wound up at a quaint corner bookstore, where a tiny elderly lady sat behind the counter, her hair neatly tied in a bun. She greeted them with a warm smile as they walked in.

"Welcome in," the elderly lady said. They smiled back and bowed slightly before venturing down the aisle. Yoko was already a few steps ahead of him. She grabbed a random book and opened it.

"Yet love can move people to act in unexpected ways and overcome the most daunting obstacles with startling heroism." Yoko closed the book and glanced at the title. "A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Hosseini," she read aloud. Soshiro's gaze remained fixed on her as his fingers trailed along the spines of the books. Suddenly, he stopped, grabbed a book, and opened it.

"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world." He closed the book and looked at the title. "The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller."

"Oh? How romantic, Mr. Coconut," Yoko chuckled, her eyes locked with Soshiro's.

"Says the one with an endless collection of romance novels," Soshiro teased, lightly smacking Yoko on the head with the book. She whined in response. "Your choice."

"The Song of Achilles, duh... but let's read A Thousand Splendid Suns after." Yoko smiles cheekily and steps closer, their faces inches apart. Soshiro could feel the warmth of her breath against his lips. In one swift motion, she pulled out another copy of The Song of Achilles from the shelf next to his head, then stepped back with a playful grin.

They both walked to the counter where the elderly lady sat. Soshiro noticed Yoko pulling out her wallet and gently blocked her path with his body. He took the novel from her hand and handed it to the elderly lady. 

"A bag, please," he requested with a smile. Yoko stood with her arms crossed and a pout on her face, waiting for Soshiro to finish up. As soon as they stepped out of the store, Soshiro noticed Yoko parting her lips to speak, but before she could say anything, he interrupted, "What kind of man would make the woman pay on a date?" 

That did the trick; Yoko's face turned bright red, her eyes darting away to look at anything but the man in front of her. It was endearing. Soshiro couldn't help but laugh. With his free hand, he found hers and intertwined their fingers. Together, they made their way to the park. 

"Do you think soulmates are real?" Yoko suddenly asked. It wasn't unusual for her to pose such questions. At the hospital, she had once asked Soshiro if he believed in mermaids, reasoning that if Kaiju existed, then surely it wouldn’t be a stretch. 

"Mmh..." Soshiro pondered, realizing he had never really considered it that way. The idea of having someone destined for you was comforting, but it also seemed to undermine the belief that you could choose your own path in life if everything was preordained. Just like how someone would be inherently “evil” or “good”. 

"I don't think so," Soshiro finally answered. "However, I do believe in fate. You're destined to meet certain people, but what you do with those encounters is up to ya."

"That's a good way to put it," Yoko responded thoughtfully. "Well, I hope that in every lifetime, we're destined to meet."

Soshiro's heart melted at her words, and he grinned back at her. "I'll be sure to find ya."

As they entered the park, Yoko slowly let go of Soshiro's hand. Behind the wooden gazebo stood a giant waterfall, its scent filling the air. He turned to look at Yoko, only to find her pointing a camera in his direction.

Click

"The view's good," she said with a smile, a blush spreading across his face. He then ushered her closer and took the camera. They took a selfie together, with him holding the camera since he was the taller one. His arm wrapped around her waist while she held the paper bag of books. Both of them grinned into the camera, the waterfall cascading in the background.

"Not as good as this one," Soshiro added, looking at the picture. “Race ya to the gazebo” 

The camera and the book were abandoned by a tree. 

Soshiro was in the lead, until Yoko decided that she was going to tackle him. The two of them ended up rolling on the grass. Twisting and turning, somehow ended up with Soshiro on top of her. Her face flushed and both of them were laughing breathlessly. His fingers laced with hers as he pinned her down.  

“Didn’t know ya liked playing dirty” 

“Everything is fair in love and war” Yoko retorted, her knee jabbed into Soshiro’s waist as she tried to push him off. 

"Oh? So this is war?" Soshiro grinned, his canine teeth peeking out. In a swift motion, Yoko slipped her wrist out of his grip and pulled him down by his shirt collar, locking their lips together. Soshiro's eyes widened, but he traced his tongue across her bottom lip before slipping it in, deepening the kiss. He felt her legs wrap around his waist as she leaned in, his hands instinctively finding their way to her hips.

Suddenly, he found himself flipped over, with Yoko on top. She grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them to the ground. Her face was flushed, a trail of saliva dripping from the corner of her reddened lips, which curved into a smirk. She reached out to touch the gazebo’s wooden pole.

"I won," Yoko announced. Soshiro stared into the teal eyes and let out a laugh. 

“Ya’d really do anything to win” 

“Perhaps” 

Soshiro had the potential to do much more, but he didn’t want to traumatize anyone who might take a stroll in the park today. They lingered for a while, enjoying the surroundings and engrossing themselves in the book they had just picked up earlier. As the weather began to cool, Soshiro decided it was time to leave before the mosquitoes appeared, likely viewing Yoko’s exposed back as an invitation for a feast.

When they arrived back at Yoko’s house, she hopped off the Vespa with a smile.

"I had fun today," Yoko said, removing her helmet but still clutching it tightly. "D-Do you want t-to stay for tea?" she stammered, her eyes cast down at the ground.

"Yea," Soshiro replied, turning off the Vespa’s engine. He wasn’t one to turn down such an invitation. Yoko handed back the helmet, and Soshiro hung it on the rearview mirror before following her into the house. Taking his shoes off at the doorway. 

The house was just as Soshiro had imagined: warm and inviting. The living room was decorated with two yellow chairs, each adorned with light green pillows, and a blue sofa accented with salmon pillows. A white and light blue carpet lay underfoot. On the shelves were pictures that he assumed were of a younger Yoko and her parents. One showed her in a kimono with her parents at a wedding, another captured her high school graduation, and yet another depicted Yoko from her preschool days.

“You were so cute, what happened?” Soshiro teased, looking back at Yoko who was about to leave the room. 

“Your mom happened” 

“Is that ya’r only comeback? Ya suck” 

“Are you going to swallow?” Yoko grinned as Soshiro’s face went red. She stuck out her tongue at him as she left the room. “I’m going to get the tea” 

Soshiro felt heat rushing down south as he had such a vivid imagination of what Yoko insinuated. He sat down on the blue couch, grabbing the pillow and putting it over his lap. Trying to slap that image out of his head. 

"Someone got comfortable real quick," Yoko teased as she returned to the room, carrying a tray with two teacups. She set the tray down on the side table next to Soshiro before taking a seat on the empty side of the couch. “My parents are overseas right now for business stuff…in case you were wondering” Yoko mumbled, if it wasn’t for the dead quiet room maybe he wouldn’t have heard it. 

Soshiro tilted his head, his eyes scanning Yoko from head to toe. He could tell she was nervous from the way her finger tapped on the edge of the teacup, her eyes fixed on her finger instead of meeting his gaze. The tips of her ears were bright red. He settled his teacup on the side table. “Can ya repeat that? I didn’t catch it,” Soshiro teased, his lips curling into a Cheshire grin.

“Repeat w-what?” Yoko stammered, lifting her eyes to meet his. Soshiro could see she was trying to hide her embarrassment with annoyance, but the flush on her cheeks betrayed her. She set her tea down on the side table and looked away, unable to hold his gaze for long. 

Soshiro gently grasped Yoko's chin, turning her face to meet his. He locked their lips together, his other hand finding its way to her waist. He pulled her into his lap, one hand cupping her face as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, while the other rested on her waist, drawing her closer. Yoko’s hand finding its way to his back. Her fingers clenching down on his linen shirt, crinkling it in her grasps as she moved into the kiss. His canine teeth biting down on her bottom lips as he rolled his hips up against hers. A soft moan escaped her mouth as she rolled her hips down onto his to match his rhythm. Just like how they fight without needing words, it seems like this was also the case here. 

Soshiro pulled away and there was a string of saliva connecting both of their lips. Yoko’s chest was heaving up and down as her face flushed. Soshiro looked down and he could clearly see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The two little dots that poked through told him that. Her hands found their way to her skirt, lifting the material up to reveal a light purple lace panty the color complimenting her skin. There was already a drenched spot in the middle of the panty. This sent blood rushing down south for Soshiro, making him even more uncomfortable in his pants than before. Soshiro smirked as his lips found their way to Yoko’s bare neck. Biting down onto the skin, sucking onto it at his heart content. One of his hands found its way up Yoko’s thigh. Sending shivers down her spine as she felt the heat creeping in closer and closer. Her lips brush against Soshiro’s ear as she moans out softly. 

Soshiro pressed his thumb against her soaked panty, moving his thumb in a circular motion, groaning against Yoko’s skin as he wanted nothing more but to rip the fabric off her. Stripping her bare of anything in front of him, looking up at him with teary eyes and flushed cheeks. For her to whisper his name over and over again. Yoko's breath began to shorten as pleasure was spreading to her, her fingers finding its way to Soshiro’s chest. Working her hands to unbutton his shirt as fast as she can, only to be distracted by the other’s tongue on her clothed nipple. The hand that was once on her waist was now gone, finding its way to occupy her other nipple. She arched her back wantonly into the touch. Soshiro pressed his tongue flat on her nipple, then he squeezed the other nipple in between his fingers. Soshiro, being a fair man himself, took the other nipple in his mouth and switched his hand so that both sides were equally loved. His eyes never left Yoko’s face, a smirk plastered on his face as he watched her drown the room with her moans. Soshiro’s free hand brushed up against her clit. The pleasure was driving her crazy, each touch was like fueling the fire of lust. By the time Yoko was done unbuttoning all of Soshiro’s buttons, lust clouded her eyes. Moans leaving her lips as she raked up and down Soshiro’s abs and biceps. Reminding her of how the combat suit really didn’t do him justice. Soshiro retracted his lips and hand from her nipples. Leaning backward for Yoko to fully rake in the view, his skin glowed under the warm light of her living room. He himself was no better than her, eyes filled with lust as he raked in the image of the disheveled hair and how her dress’s strap was falling down her shoulders. Her smooth neck now decorated with red marks all over, the two little wet marks on her chest proved the action he did earlier. His eyes trailed down to her legs, his finger trailed up the wet liquid that was seeping down Yoko’s leg. “I swallowed,” Soshiro teased, licking his fingers clean as he stared right into Yoko’s eyes. 

Yoko whimpered at the sight, her fingers finding its way to cup Soshiro's bulge. Making the man buckled his hip. She pulled her dress over herself, revealing the flushed skin that’s begging for Soshiro to mark. Her nipples were all puffy due to the attack it endured earlier. Soshiro's hand found its way up to fondle Yoko’s breast, his thumb brushing past the nipple as he kissed down on her bare skin. His tongue flickering on the nipple as he took it in between his teeth. Raking his teeth over the already sensitive skin. This made Yoko throw her head back, hips coming down on Soshiro’s. Yoko could feel Soshiro's cock pressing up against her panties, just to imagine what it would feel like inside her was already driving her insane. Soshiro moaned as he rolled his hips back up against Yoko’s drenched pussy, his pants and her panties being drenched. He couldn’t tell if it was because of his precum or was it because of her. Perhaps it was the both of them.

“E-Enough with the t-teasing” Yoko stammered out, tugging Soshiro by the hair to pull him away from her nipples. Nevertheless, she’s still grinding down on him. Soshiro chuckled as he grabbed her chin gently, pulling her back in. His lips found its way to her, licking her bottom lips he pushed his tongue into her mouth hungrily before pulling away.

“Patience sweetheart” Soshiro whispered against Yoko’s lips before hooking his fingers around Yoko’s panties, ripping the fabric. Revealing her soaked pussy, aching to be touched. The clit was bright pink showing how well it was cared for earlier.  His other hand went to unzip his own pants, lifting his hips up while tugging down his boxer. Taking his cock into his hand and pulling it out. The tip of his cock was already bright red, precum leaking down on its side.

“The combat suit does hide it '' Yoko mumbled, making Soshiro laugh as he couldn’t help but find it endearing that she still thinks about her random questions even at times like this. “That’s huge.” Yoko whispered, her finger tip tracing the crown of Soshiro’s cock, making his cock twitching and ripping a moan out of him. Soshiro really couldn’t help himself when he flipped Yoko over on her stomach. Her plump ass right in his face, he let his intrusive thoughts take over when he slapped the skin with his palm. Earning him a loud moan from the other, her back arched as she pushed her ass further up in the air. 

The next thing Yoko knew was that Soshiro’s fingers were prying her mouth open, which she gladly did. Swirling her tongue around his fingers, and sucking onto them like how she’d suck his cock. Only for him to withdraw the fingers a few seconds later. Soshiro himself was so hard to the point where it hurts, but he has self control. 

 Soshiro’s fingers trails down Yoko’s ass cheeks to her pussy. Slipping his index finger in first, the way that her pussy wrapped around him. The warmth, tight and wetness engulfed his finger, causing him to moan. Sending a hot sensation down to his cock at the imagination of it would feel like when he’s finally in her. He added in another finger, curling them as he tried to find the sweet spot. Earning himself a stifled moan from Yoko. Her pussy was so wet that the only sounds he could hear was the squelching of her pussy every single time he thrusted his fingers in and out mixed in with her moans. It was driving him crazy. “S-Sohiro..p-please” Yoko whined as she felt the pleasure being sent through her body. Her legs were already shaking just from his fingers. 

“Please what sweetheart?” Soshiro whispered, his chest touching her bare back as his lips grazed her ears. Without waiting for an answer, Soshiro pushed in another finger until he was knuckles deep. Curling them just at the right spot, the spot where he knew Yoko would moan out the loudest. Just as he expected Yoko sobbed into the pillow, her fingers digging into the couch’s fabric. 

“Your c-cock insid-de” Yoko breathed out shakily as she turned her face to the side. That was more than enough for Soshiro to lose it. He pulled his fingers out, grabbing Yoko by the waist and flipped her over. Grabbing her thighs, he spread her legs apart and put them over his shoulder. One hand was right by her head as the other was holding onto his cock. Rubbing the tip of his cock against her wet pussy. He took in the way her eyes were squinted close as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit and down to her pussy. Yoko’s hands latched onto Soshiro’s back, her nails digging into his skin, leaving a stinging feeling but Soshiro doesn’t mind it. Matter of fact, he loved it. “S-Soshiro”. 

That was all it took for Soshiro to push his cock all the way inside of her, even he himself couldn’t hold back his moan as her pussy was wrapped around his cock. “So t-tight” Soshiro moaned as he grinned his hips into her. The warmth and the wetness was overwhelming. Yoko gasped seeing white for a split second, moaning Soshiro’s name like it was a mantra. It took all of his self control to not start ramming into her. 

“How do you feel s-sweetheart?” Soshiro whispered, wanting to make sure that Yoko was comfortable before he continued. Yoko’s hand slipped up into his hair grabbing it and pulled him down into a kiss. Shoving her tongue into his mouth as she pushed her hips upward, causing Soshiro to let out a surprised moan now that they were skin deep. 

“So-o full” Yoko let out as she pulled away from the kiss for a second, before taking Soshiro’s lips back into hers. This was the green light that Soshiro needed, he started rocking his hips slowly. Picking up the tempo as he was engulfed in the pleasure. Yoko turned her face to the side as she felt something tighten in her stomach. Her hand tugged on Soshiro’s hair as her lips parted slightly. Soshiro felt the familiar feeling swelling on the tip of his cock as he slammed into Yoko, letting his moans out. His eyes never left Yoko’s face as he washes how she’s drowned in pleasure because of him. 

“Cum for me” Soshiro whispered into her ears. Yuko’s toes curled up on their own, letting out a whine as white washes over her vision. Wet liquid spraying out of her and onto Soshiro. Soshiro could only groan as his hands found their way to her hips, clenching onto them as he started ramming into her, chasing his high. Small moans left his lips as he pulled out, letting his cum squirt all over Yoko’s pink pussy. Biting onto his lips at the sight, his own chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. 

Soshiro kissed Yoko’s forehead before stumbling out of the room, trying to find a bathroom. He first cleaned himself up quickly with a wet towel. Wrapping a towel around his waist as he found two more towels, a face towel and a body towel. Soshiro wetted the face towel and twisted the water out of it. Walking back he saw that Yoko was still on the couch, catching her breath. He couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Soshiro carefully wiped her clean, wrapping her with the towel as best as he could before he carried her in his arms. 

“You’re such a gentleman,” Yoko mumbled as Soshiro ascended the stairs. She clung to him, her breath warm against his neck. “My room is the one at the end of the hallway,” she added, leaning further into his arms. “Not only big dick energy but also a big dick,” she whispered with a sly grin.

Soshiro chuckled, shaking his head as he nudged Yoko’s bedroom door open with his foot. He laid her gently on the bed, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You think you can handle it?” he teased, his voice a low, playful growl.

Yoko coughed, opening one of her eyes, and slapped him on the arm. “Never growl again,” she scolded, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Fine, fine,” Soshiro conceded, raising his hands in mock surrender. The two broke out into laughter, their voices mingling with the night’s quiet. Yoko grabbed his arm, pulling him down next to her on the bed.

“It’s late…stay the night?” she asked, her voice softening.

“Mmh, first it was stay for tea, now it’s stay the night…if I stay any longer, I feel like ya’r going to ask me to stay forever,” Soshiro replied with his signature grin, but his eyes softened, revealing a hint of vulnerability.

Yoko rolled her eyes playfully. “And if I did? Would that be so bad?”

Soshiro's grin faded into a gentle smile as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Maybe not,” he murmured, leaning in closer, the warmth of their shared laughter still lingering in the air.  He pulled her close against his chest, and they both drifted to sleep, intertwined with each other.

[miyakiwiii]

【We were too close to the stars】

=HOSHINA SOSHIRO

TW: ANGST,DEATH,SMOKING,HOSHINA CANT GET OVER YOUR DEATH. (Lmk if i missed anythin'!) +this is bad [ALSO, GN!READER]

Oh, how he missed you.

Everything, your scent, your warmness, and your kindness to him.

The feel of your touch still lingers in his memories, it was like a spring of flowers being held by your arms

Oh how he missed that feeling, your kisses, the way you laughed, and the way when you ran, he chased you.

It was not long ago after you had been reported dead to him, his heart was shattered by the news of you having

'Unknown' cirucumstances of death

"What, ya' got to be kiddin' me right?" I ask, voice cracking at the last three words i had spoke, denial had started to takes over me,i gripped my had and the other had gripped the telephone that was pointed to my right ear.

"Im so sorry vice president hoshina. But im afraid it is true." The woman says on the telephone.

A dull and pained feeling slowly filled me.

It was guilt that had filled me.

I gripped the white telephone tightly and say, "al...alright." i said, putting the telephone down to its place, shutting the telephone call down.

" I was too fuckin' late." I said, gripping both of my broad shoulders tightly, trying not to cry for your sake.

"Never cry again? For me?" They said to me smiling warmly infront of me.

It was my off-duty and we forced me to go to a carnival, they said it was for 'something.'

"Ya' sure, promise i can fufill that sugar!" I say, i held her hand and kissed Their cheek

They laughed at me, pulling my hand. Their features were blooming under the warm sun.

It was ethearal, heavenly even.

"Come on soshiro! Lets buy cotton candy!" They asked, looking at me with a wide smile.

"Oh, uh ya' sure!" I agree. They ran when i said 'sure.' Running to the cotton candy maker and buying it.

They got the pink one, and she gave me the blue one.

"Your gonna pay." They laughed mischiveously. "I dont mind" i laugh to her, flashing her my signature fanged smile.

Now there i was.

In the rooftop, smoking, i let out a puff of smoke as it spreads into the air, looking at the stars, it reminds me of how you shined when we first met.

Being the most lively partner i have ever met.

I huff the smoke once again, smilling at the sky.

'[Name.], it woulda' be [name] hoshina if i wasnt late.' I say in my mind, gripping the ciggar stick in my fingers.

"I told you to quit smoking didnt i?" They put their hands on their waist, looking at me with a dissapointed look.

"Well, well.. sorry then sugar. Im gonna' stop it, i promise ya'!" I say, agreeing to their words.

"Well you better." They say, taking the ciggar bud and throwing it on the ground.

"Hey!" I say, looking at them.

"Now now, lets go hommmmmmeee!" They pulled me by my hand once again.

"I didnt even stop, didnt i?" I say, laughing while still looking at the stars, hoping for an answer but there was none.

I put the ciggarette bud down, now gripping my shoulders, printing cresent marks onto my skin.

I spoke, tears threatening to fall once again, i try to hold it but it was no avail.

Tears started to drop onto my lap, it spilled and spilled as my eyes were getting sore.

I spoke brokenly while in the process of letting the tears fall.

"Im sorry i didnt protect you."

Im bad at writing angst, but it was worth a try😎‼️‼️‼️‼️

[loveanimekn8]

[omeowie]

Hoshina looks like a Dom tho he always smiles so angelic 😉 I actually wanna draw like the reader’s pov looking at him while laying on the table but this is what I settled with.

I’ve been learning how to draw for a while but my art style is still not …. ok (to my liking)? 😂 so I would really appreciate if you guys can help me out with how I can improve it. Thanks a lot 🫶🏻

Art by me.

[drenix004]

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

Soshiro Hoshina x Fem!Oc!

VICISSITUDE

MASTERLIST | AO | PR | CH.1 | CH.2 | CH.3

VICISSITUDE

❛ The unexpected changes are always in life; sometimes you win and sometimes you lose. She knew it very well.❜

𝗔 𝗦𝗢𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗢 𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗔/𝗞𝗮𝗶𝗷𝘂 𝗡𝗼.8 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖

"All I'm asking is that I don't have to kill my own wife if this goes out of control."

"It was fun at first, because it made me laugh… but to make her laugh, too, is another matter."

" What do you mean I don't understand women? Of course I do… well, I don't."

-Soshiro Hoshina.

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"You really thought I't notice? Kaiju hybrids can be recognized even if they are human."

"Don't die, I like them and it would be a shame to see their bodies scattered."

"Life sometimes gives, sometimes takes away, Kafka. Death is a friend that awaits us in every moment of life."

-Liana Hoshina/Nakano.

[sweettofuki]

I recently come to realise my type of guys in anime.

I love the type of men who are smart with battle IQ, being able to read their opponents next move even before they know it.

I love the type of men who would stay silent, observe their surroundings, and calculate their next moves.

The same type of men who would pay close attention to details about you; what type of music you like, what kind of food you dislike, when is your next dental appointment.

The effort to pick up things about you (secretly) as a way to know you better.

And if you were to do the same to him, he would feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Men like:

(creds to original artists! I don't own these art!)

[strawberryfairi]

Soshiro Hoshina

✨Crushing On You ✨

Headcanon time!

↳ I strongly, STRONGLY believe that Hoshina would be the biggest spazz with his crush on you. I mean just simping heavy! Like, the giggling and kicking his feet type at the sight or even thought of you vibes.

↳ Imagine his cheeks all dusty pink, with that goofy, fangy toothed smile when he talks to you.

↳I think maybe initially he'd tried to hide it, and the attempt would last a good like four seconds before his attraction instantly shows on his face.

↳I'm picturing the wide eyed, lips slightly parted look. Add in the anime wind and roses background for special effect.

↳He'd figure out all these different excuses to interact with you.

↳Because he's a cutie pie when he's not activated in his menace mode, he'll try and make you laugh and smile whenever he can!

↳Would be through the roof happy if you ever came to watch him train, or better yet, ask him to help you train.

↳At one point his attraction to you would be so obvious that even you can't help but notice.

↳I feel like his mood would be genuinely a bit down if he doesn't get a chance to see you at some point each day (this is when he's like deep in his crush on you).

↳I can see him wanting to give you all kinds of tips and will compliment you on whatever you do well as a defense force officer.

↳His entire face would turn tomato red if you ever complimented literally anything about him (personality, looks, outfit, anything will have him shook). He'd definitely try to play off his reaction but it wouldn't work.

↳Now taking a second to mention his menace activation mode. Hoshina would go absolutely CRAZY if you got hurt during a fight. Like going wild, tearin' them kaiju beasts up while the other lower rank officers get you to a hospital. If someone couldn't tell his feelings for you before then this kind of scenario would be the revelation.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Ok so I watched Kaiju No. 8 last night and like...why ain't nobody tell me this man Hoshina is FINE😩😍?!?! Like dayum every time he got screen time all I could say was GYAT!