#kafka x mina

[maypl-syrup]

Kafmina doodles because there are less then 20 posts in the tag, and yes, I am back on my Kn8 bullshit from last year

(kafka is genderbent in the second one so they are lesbians ;3c)

[nocandnc]

GUYS LISTENNNN

the way Kafka's lost in the depths of dispair until lil Mina comes- bathed in the golden light of precious memories- and takes his hand...

and then she's big Mina of the here and now, because she's always always always waiting for him...

and then the hand he uses to stop himself and remain human in his heart of hearts, is the hand Mina takes!!!

It's just. I't s jus. It's so good ;;;;;^;;;;;

[semirofly]

"Thanks...for being by my side" 🫂

I love these two.

[wildgirl86]

So, as one of my follower on Instagram suggested to me, here a little Kafka x Mina from Kaiju no.8 💕

X account: @w_wildgirl_nest

https://www.instagram.com/wild_girl_nest

[sashi-ya]

Do you know what Orihime and Mina have in common? hehehe... 😏

[kopitanis]

He doesn't bite =)

[ambigirl]

kaiju no.8 LINE stickers

[justwinginglife]

Promise

At the request of @zhileyn31, Kafka x Mina fic based off of the song Dress by Taylor Swift. Also side note- I did not intend to have Hoshina be an active part of this fic at ALL, which proves that I just never stop thinking about him, because somehow he slipped his way in.

After years of pushing away her feelings, excusing them as merely a childhood fantasy or an immature crush, and then later allowing them to fizzle out when Kafka was nowhere to be found, Mina Ashiro was feeling quite shaken to discover that the remnants of those past, suppressed feelings were still present -having been engraved into her very being- and now very much active upon seeing her childhood best friend once again.

At first, she shoved the feelings away, regarded them like strangers. They were just something she'd once known, and didn't have the time or energy to know again. She was strong but not strong enough to beg him to be better for her, and she was patient but not patient enough to wait forever. She couldn't count on him to stand by her side, that position had already been filled by her Vice Captain and she needed to be okay with that. She was tired of needing more, of needing him, of needing his promise to be fulfilled.

So as she watched Kafka struggling through yet another Defense Force Exam, she thought her heart might just give up on him. Thought it would learn its lesson.

He might not even remember her. He might not even remember his promise.

So what was she doing holding her breath, waiting in silence? What was she doing, tracking his every move through the cameras, hoping for his safe return, hoping for a triumphant victory? What was she doing? She thought she knew better than this. She was old enough not to cling to such childish notions. But here she was, clinging to him, clinging to her past, clinging to whatever future he might procure for her.

Even after the exam, when -against her own desires- she moved to dismiss him, to fail him from the Defense Force exam once again, her heart leapt in her chest when Vice Captain Hoshina spoke up for him this time. If she wasn't so in love with Kafka, she might've kissed Hoshina right then and there for being so considerate.

But there it was. There were the facts. She was already so far gone, so completely his, that there wasn't room for anyone else. And when he blurted out loud in the middle of the induction ceremony that he'd be at her side soon, she allowed herself to dream that maybe he was all hers too. Even despite the many officers crowded into the room, Mina felt as though, in this moment, it was just her and Kafka alone. The way he said her name, as if no time had passed at all, as if he'd always been right there beside her, holding her hand, comforting her, giving her light in her darkest of days, it made her cheeks warm. Made her hands tremble. Made time stop.

And she wanted more of it.

The next several days she had to actively stop herself from trying to sneak into the officers' practice drills, just to get a glimpse of him. And when she'd take meal breaks, she'd take them in her office because if she sat next to him in the lunchroom, she'd never get back up again. She'd never go to work, never run her division, just get lost in his familiar voice, in his familiar eyes, in his familiar smile.

One day, while she was burying herself in her work, trying to remember how to do her job, Hoshina stopped by to check on her. She didn't look up from her papers but she could feel his familiar smirk splitting the air.

"Yes, Hoshina? Something you need."

"So that new cadet. He's interesting, yeah?"

"Mmhm." She continued rifling through the papers, trying to appear only half interested. She was completely interested. She was dying to at least talk about Kafka with someone if she couldn't see him. If she couldn't watch him train, give him pointers, accidentally get pinned underneath him during a practice match even though she was stronger.

"Ah. Playing dumb, I see."

She swallowed. "And what do you mean by that, Vice Captain?" She wondered if she emphasized his lower status he'd leave it alone.

"Oh nothing, my dear Captain. Just didn't know you were childhood best friends with the little comedy act."

She froze. Then she cleared her throat and slowly rearranged the papers into a nice stack on her desk. Not looking away from the stack, she finally said, "And how did you come by this information?"

He chuckled and sank into a chair in front of her. Then he leaned on her desk, his chin resting in his palms. "Your bestie has a big mouth when he's in the bath. So tell me Captain, did you really promise you'd join the Defense Force with him?"

"Hoshina..." She warned. Her voice was even and firm, like always, but inside she felt like screaming. Just how much did Kafka tell everyone??

He grinned and sat back in his chair, holding both hands up in surrender. "Just curious, that's all. At ease."

She finally looked up at him, her gaze a stone cold glare.

His smirk just deepened. "Ah, c'mon Captain. It's just me." He winked. "But I won't push, if you don't want me to. Though I am interested in this brand new side of you. I'd love to see how this plays out."

Not wanting to test the limits of her patience, he showed himself out shortly after.

Mina sighed as she sank deeper into her chair. Hoshina was getting more and more ballsy the closer he got to her. But one thing he said stuck in her mind- she also wanted to see how this played out.

It seemed that Kafka was going around telling anyone and everyone about his past with her, did that mean he intended to keep her in the past? Was she just a best friend to him? She wanted to be more than just a best friend. More than just a scared little girl he once knew. Or maybe she was a stranger to him now. How did he see her? How did she see him? What was she expecting to happen?

He'd suddenly become her knight in shining armor and she'd run into his arms and let herself be saved by him? She was strong enough that she didn't need him anymore. So why did she need him every damn day, why did she miss his presence constantly? He was finally in the Defense Force, they were finally on base together, finally in the same place at the same time, and yet he was still so incredibly far away from her. She couldn't run to him like she used to. She couldn't let on what a schoolgirl he had turned her into, blushing and kicking her feet whenever he walked by. She had a duty to do, she had to run a Division. She didn't have time for all these mushy gushy feelings.

But still, they endured. She couldn't help her feelings, couldn't help how warm she felt, every time she caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, or heard his laugh echoing across a room. She wondered how long she could hold out before her legs gave in and dragged her to his side.

It would be easier if she wasn't the Captain of the Third Division. If she was just Mina Ashiro. If he weren't an officer under her care. If he was just Kafka Hibino. But he was an officer and she was a Captain, and there was no reason for her to find herself alone in a room with him, hard as she tried to find one.

So days turned into weeks, and she still hadn't spoken to him. She wondered if he thought her cold, if he thought her indifferent. But it wasn't like he was running up to talk to her either. Maybe he'd accepted the way things were. The way things had to be. She hoped not. Sometimes, she hoped he'd just say fuck it to all sense of order and propriety, and seek her out. Speak out of turn. Say something, say anything. Acknowledge her. Just look at her. Was that so hard? Was that so much to ask for? Was that an impossible wish?

She didn't even bother wishing for things like his touch or his kiss. She knew those were out of reach. But she just wanted some part of him at all, some way to tell if he was hers to keep, hers to love, hers to dream about in the dead of the night, when only her feelings kept her company and kept her warm.

Then finally, fate intervened. If fate was a certain Vice Captain.

He'd grown tired of seeing his Captain's back stretching just a little too straight and tall, her face just a little too strained and solemn, her movements just a little too restricted and calculated, as she tried to keep playing the part of the picture-perfect leader. And he was tired of seeing Kafka too comfortable with his cohort, too at ease with the situation, too unbothered by the lack of progress in their relationship. Because Hoshina was bothered.

Hoshina thought to himself that even a blind woman could still sense the tension between them, but Kafka- he wouldn't know romance if it hit him in the face with a baseball bat. And Hoshina had contemplated hitting him with a baseball bat many, many times. Knock some sense into the guy maybe. Go get your fucking woman, he'd think to himself as he watched Kafka narrowly pass by Mina in the hall again, their shoulders almost touching as they adjusted around each other. 

As painful as that distance was for Kafka and Mina, it was even more painful for Hoshina. He had to watch this bullshit every damn day and he couldn’t take it anymore.

The very next day, he told Mina he had a hot date on Saturday (the hot date was with his couch) and he needed to trade their days off- her Saturday in exchange for his Sunday. He never asked for anything from her, so she obliged. Little did she know, Hoshina had also given Kafka Sundays as his designated day off. 

Now, Hoshina was not sure how he was going to make the two of them run into each other in such a large city on their single day off, but he was stubborn and if he was honest, he liked playing matchmaker. He would make it happen no matter the cost. 

He started out by giving Kafka a list of all the places he needed to try out on his day off, and the list was made up of Mina’s favorite places to go. Then he told Kafka that he needed to get his officer’s uniform dry cleaned (emphasizing that it looked atrocious and needed to be done this weekend so as to not embarrass the Third Division further) and gave him the name of the cleaner that was down the street from Mina’s place. He even went so far as to poke a hole in one of Kafka’s tires and then leave an advertisement in his locker for the closest mechanic in the city which just so happened to be next door to Mina’s apartment. He had backup plans upon backup plans, and if none of them worked, if Kafka and Mina weren’t together by the end of the weekend, Hoshina would pull all the hair out of his head. And maybe slap the two of them silly. And then do it a couple more times for good measure, as compensation for wasting his time and effort on them.

So finally, the weekend came. Hoshina took his Saturday off and just enjoyed lounging around. But then Sunday came. The big day. As he made his rounds at work, he wondered how the two of them were faring.

It turned out that Hoshina didn’t need to put in so much effort after all. 

Kafka liked to start his days out with a nice, refreshing, early morning walk. Mina did too. And the two of them, somehow, someway, on this random Sunday, gravitated towards the same trail. Fate didn’t bow to Soshiro Hoshina and it certainly did not take too kindly to him trying to take its job. Years from now, when Mina and Kafka’s relationship was thriving after running into each other on this auspicious day, Fate would claim the full credit, not Hoshina. 

And, as the sun began to rise, Mina thought to herself this couldn’t be anything but fate, as she saw the man of her dreams walking towards her, bathed in the sun’s golden glow. Kafka was too simpleminded to contemplate something as deep and as vast as fate, but he was happy to see her all the same. 

They agreed on a place to eat, Mina’s favorite cafe, to which Kafka commented, “Hey! It’s so funny- Vice Captain Hoshina told me to try this same place. What a coincidence.”

Mina was too overwhelmed by her sheer luck on this day to notice Hoshina’s meddling. “Yeah, it’s a good place. I’m glad I get to introduce you to it.”

And so, they bonded over breakfast, acting as though no time had passed at all between them. Mina noted that he was still as sweet and silly as ever. She, on the other hand, was different than she used to be. She wondered if Kafka resented just how much she’d changed, how much she’d needed to change to get stronger. Then, as she saw him grinning the same wide grin at her, offering her a bite of his food, she shook the thought from her head- Kafka couldn’t resent anyone, least of all her. 

Maybe things were different on base, different when they were on duty, but here, in her favorite place with her favorite person, she was allowed to dream. She dared to hope. And maybe it was that daring that finally made her ask, “So what does this make us? Long lost friends? Less than friends?” She paused, poking at her food with her fork, “More than friends?”

He straightened in his seat. “Mina. I’m sorry for making you wait so long. I ask, will you please wait for me a little longer? Wait for me to be who you deserve, to be who you need. And then we can be anything you want. I’ll be anything for you, do anything for you. I’ll be by your side soon, I swear. So please, wait for me.”

Her heart ached, but somehow, his words still brought a smile to her face. How very Kafka, she thought to herself. She had loved him when he first made this promise to her, and as he sat here, declaring his promise again, eyes brimming with determination, she felt that same love grounding her, giving her the strength to keep waiting for him. She’d wait as long as it took- that was her promise to him. 

And then, one day, they’d make all sorts of promises to each other.

[oxandthorn]

KAFKA'S WARIO: WAFKA WIBINO (make some noise prompt rip)

wafka: it's a me, wafka wibino! wafka: i HATE working hard, and i don't believe in the good of others! wafka: i also DEFINITELY DON'T want to be stepped on by my captain, AND/OR vice-captain! wafka: *makes a wario sound effect*

[killergee]

Wrote this on my phone so sorry if the formatting is wonky. First fanfic since I was a teenager, so pls be kind and enjoy!

Soshiro x reader fanfic where you're cold towards him so he thought you hated him but you actually like him.

Summary: Hoshina thinks you're only out for his position but turns out you might not hate him as much as he thinks.

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"I am grateful and honoured to be recommended for the position of Vice Captain for the second division. However, I wish to be only Captain Ashiro's Vice Captain. Until then, I am happy to remain a platoon leader."

Those were the first words Hoshina heard you say. The first time he met you was at the higher up conference. It was decided that you would be promoted based on your performance in the latest Kaiju attack. But in all honesty, he was barely paying attention as he stood in his position behind Ashiro at the round table. It was one of those monthly meetings that seemed to drag on and on, and he couldn't help but try to stiffle a yawn. It wasn't like he had a say in the decision anyway, so what's the point of listening.

His interest peaked slightly when you walked in. He had seen you around the base a couple of times and had heard your name every once in a while. But his mind was always on training himself, the rookies, and keeping them alive.

He would be lying if he said you weren't a sight for sore eyes. Your gaze was strong, and you held your head high as you presented yourself to the higherups. One of those ice princesses, he guesses, as he shifts his gaze to look at the clock.

Who would've thought you'd be so interesting.

"HAHAHA! It's great to have aspirations," one of the higher ups laughed at your rejection, "too bad Hoshina has already got you beat. You want us to replace Hoshina with you?" A series of giggles erupted around the room.

"Not at all," you said, and Hoshina swears he saw a small smirk break your cold facade. "Hoshina is a fine Vice Captain and one that Captain Mina personally appointed. Simply put, when the time comes and Captain Ashiro needs someone else, I just want to be ready for the call," you replied with what he thinks is a bit of mirth in your eyes. He also could've sworn your gaze shifted to him at the end.

Your statement was strong, ambitious, and slightly threatening even. You've practically announced that you were out for his position and if he is ever deemed unfit, you'll be the one who'll snag it from him.

He swears that was the moment he was hooked on you.

Yet, it seems it wouldn't be easy to see that break in your facade again. Well, at least not easy for him. Somehow it wasn't until this point that he noticed how popular you were. According to everyone else, you were cool, fun, and kind. So why is it that you're always so cold towards him? He's heard your platoon absolutely gush about you to everyone they've met. He's seen you crack an unwilling smile to some of the younger cadets on the training field from a distance. Hell, he's even eaves dropped on you joking with his own squad.

"Hibino-kun, I heard you wanted to stand beside the Captain," you said slyly as you sat infront of Kafka in the study room. You were resting your head on your hand and eyeing at Kafka in a way that makes even Hoshina gulp. Though, probably in a different way from Kafka. Kafka flushed and tried to look at anywhere but you, "y-yeah I'm gonna try my best to do so... I also heard that you, um, were also aiming for Vice Captain?" He scratched his head a bit embarrassed but you only looked even more amused as your gaze sized him up as if evaluating him and his ambitions.

"That's right" you said with a mischievous smile.

"So I guess that makes us enemies for now, haha"

"No. Not necessarily," you sighed crossing your arms on the table and leaning forward as if to tell Kafka a secret. "You know the saying, the enemy of your enemy is your friend. So you and I are friends."

"And who's the enemy?"

"Hoshina, of course."

Well, isn't that something Hoshina thought. At least Kafka was enjoying himself.

"I guess he is," he said shoulders slumping, finally loosening up and laughing.

"Once he's out of the picture then we'll be enemies and I'm warning you, you don't want to be my enemy," Hoshina heard you joke back.

"Is that so?"

"Vice Captain!" Kafka shouted as he stood up to salute him as Hoshina entered the room. You on the other hand, seemed to be taking your sweet time getting up to salute him.

"Sir," you said flatly, all the humour you once had vanishing. Your eyes bored into his as if you were looking at an ant beneath your boot.

Right. Not easy. Definitely not easy at all.

"Do ya really see me that way y/n-kun?" Hoshina said as he walked to stand infront of you. "Why, you're hurting my lil' ol' feelings."

He knew he was standing closer to you than you'd like. With how your cheek slightly twitched, he can't say he wasn't enjoying this.

"I apologize, sir," you mumbled as if it pained you to say. "If it pains you so much why don't you go on leave? Take as much time as you need to recover."

"Oh? And let you take over my position?" He responded with a growing smile that showed off his fang.

"Or Hibino-kun can," you responded bringing back Hibino into the conversation.

"Um!" Hibino squeaked and both you and Hoshino snap your heads to look at him. "I-I uh... Nevermind."

"That's 5 laps for you, Hibino"

"What? Why I didn-"

"You want to do 10?" Hoshina threatened as a sliver of his eyes opens.

"No, sir!" Hibino salutes before hurrying himself out of the situation—scared he'll upset his vice captain even more.

With only the two of you left in the room, your slight step backwards doesn't go unnoticed by Hoshina.

"And how many laps do you want me to run, sir?" You asked in a way that Hoshina knows that if he were to discipline you, you'd pull your rank and find a way to refuse. Or perhaps you'll do it anyways and exaggerate his cruelty as a Vice Captain. So instead, why not take this opportunity to interrogate you?

"None. Just wanna talk"

"But Hibino-"

"Hibino-kun this Hibino-kun that. Do ya like the guy that much?" Hoshina cuts in, irked in a way he doesn't really understand.

"Negative. Just thought you'd be more fair," you responded flippantly, your eyes sharp and questioning.

"And who says you'll go unpunished?" Your eyes widened at that—but just as quickly as it did—your face returned to its calm and collected facade. Enjoying seeing the briefest crack in your composure, Hoshina started to wonder what else makes you tick and what other expressions can you make.

With a smirk he leaned back and forth on the balls of his feet, his hands clasped behind his back. "Say how long have you been in the force?"

The twitch of your eyebrow tells him you're thinking, what does that have to do with being punished. But you still responded, "six years, sir."

"Ahh so a little bit after me. No wonder. I would've remembered a face like yours in my cadet days." He said with a teasing smile. You seem to freeze a bit at his flirtation and it might be wishful thinking but did he see a small blush? Before he could think about it any further you responded, "yes, how very unfortunate we couldn't have entered the force together. Perhaps things could've been different if I had," insinuating something else.

"You're really out for my blood aren't you y/n-kun?" He chuckled lightly.

"Nope. Not really," you said nonchalantly seemingly finding his shoulder more interesting to look at. Hoshina leaned down to cut your line of sight. Face tilted at an angle, he leaned close to your face to force your eyes on him.

"Hmmm this is no good y/n-kun. We're supposed to be comrades, but where's the comraderie? How can we fight kaiju while bickering?"

"We'll survive," you said exasperated.

"Say, ya know what? I think I've thought of the perfect punishment for ya!" Hoshina exclaimed with an almost boyish excitement. He leaned back against the table and crossed his arms. "Since ya wanna be Vice Captain so bad, for your punishment ya have to follow me 'round and help me out with my duties."

"Like a servant?" You responded bewildered with his idea.

"Servant, slave, Vice Vice Captain. Call it whatever ya want. This way we can form a better relationship, which, hey, will set a great example for the kids," he joked only to be responded with your incredulous face that couldn't even bother to hide your grimace. "If anything, it'll benefit you too since you get to see what I do," he continued, shrugging slightly. "Maybe you can even find all my weaknesses and make a huge list to use against me to get my position," Hoshina chuckled at the thought.

After a beat of silence, Hoshina was moments away from taking it all back when you said, "okay, send me your schedule." This time, it was Hoshina whose eyes widened. He fully expected you to reject it. Hell, he suggested it in the first place because he wanted to see your reaction and how'd you go about rejecting him. Well, things are about to get fun.

His mouth curled into a grin. "Meet me at my office by 7am tomorrow," Hoshina said as he headed out of the room. "Get some rest, you'll need it."

"Whatever you say, your highness, bowlcut motherfucker," he heard you mumble under your breath as the door clicks close behind him.

Oh yea. This will be fun.

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It's been three weeks since you've been tasked to follow him around. Three weeks of teasing and getting to know each other. Three weeks of little change in your attitude towards him, Hoshina thinks sadly. He thought that he would've been able to win you over with this extra time together. Yet, it seems that he was the only one being won over.

He couldn't stop himself even if he tried. Your quick and witty comebacks. Your cold phrasing and comments that are unintentionally funny (or perhaps they are intentional and it's just your humour?). Your earnest efforts in completing the ridiculous tasks he's assigned you. The glimmer in your eyes and your attempts to stop a smile when you're trying to pretend he isn't funny. He couldn't help but be drawn towards you—basking in the light that you emit, the light you try to hide behind your cold facade.

He wonders if you could tell. If you noticed the glances he threw your way. If you saw how he lit up when you entered the room. If you could see how distracted he became when you sat and worked beside him. Shoulders only a hair's breath apart. So close that he could only smell your sweet perfume and watch your fingers fiddle with the edge of paper. He always had to stop himself from leaning closer until his nose rested in the crook of your neck—until he could breath you in deeper. Oh how he longed to close his hand over yours so that you could hold onto something more stable than paper. How he wished to distract you the way you distracted him.

Hoshina huffs out a sigh as he walks out of the captains meeting with the other divisions. Ashiro couldn't attend so he went in her stead—much to Captain Narumi's displeasure. He did take you with him hoping that after this maybe he could convince you to get ice cream with him or something on the way back home to base. He can already imagine how bored you were waiting for him and how that might higher your chances of saying yes. He remembers you were talking with some other recruit from the 1st division when he left you in the break room.

The sound of your voice makes him halt a couple of steps infront of the break room.

"Eh? No way you think Captain Narumi is cooler than Captain Ashiro," he hears you argue.

"I'm sorry are your eyes broken or something? He's so hot. You can't compare him to her like that. They're two different kinds of hot" the girl he assumes he saw earlier responds passionately.

"Sure I'll concede to that but not to him being cooler." That's not something Hoshina wanted to hear right after his hours long meeting. Leaning back against the wall beside the slightly opened door, he can't help but feel irked. He couldn't believe he's getting jealous of Ashiro.

"Ugh that's just cuz you haven't seen him up close yet, " the other girl responds. "But hey, at least there's one thing we can agree on."

"And what's that?" You ask and Hoshina can tell your interests has been peaked.

"That Vice Captain Hoshina is the worst of the bunch." Hoshina's eyebrow twitches and he has half a mind go in there and make the recruit do 200 push-ups or try to find Narumi and beat him into a pulp. He doesn't because he was more curious about your response.

"I saw you rolling your eyes at him before the meeting. It must be tough working for him," the recruit continues.

You let out a tired laugh, "oh yeah, he's the worst. He's got me running around like a servant!" You say with a sigh and you lean your head onto your crossed arm on top of the table.

"Really! That's crazy. I just can't get over his bowlcut."

"RIGHT! His stupid bowlcut. His stupid fangs. His stupid cocky attitude..." Alright, well. Hoshina couldn't handle anymore of this. He pushed himself off the wall ready to open the door.

"God, I want him so bad." Huh? Hoshina froze in his steps, eyes wide open. Did he mishear you? He must have misheard you.

"HUH?" The recruit repeats a second later. "But you were just calling his hair stup-"

"It is stupid. He should not look that hot with that hair cut," you ramble on seriously as if in a world of your own.

"Stupid little fangs. I hate the way he uses them to nibble on his lips when he concentrates. Why the fuck does he have fangs?! Is he a vampire? God, it's so distracting." Although you're saying all of this like a rant, Hoshina can't help but overheat in his uniform. Covering half his face with his hand he already knows he's red.

"What? Are we looking at the same person?!" The recruit exclaims exasperated with you.

"I think I'm losing my mind," you say running your hand through your hair trying to soothe yourself. "He's so annoying. Always teasing me and sticking so close to me. God I feel like I'm always a second away from tearing at my hair or tearing that stupid compression shirt off. Any tighter and he won't be able to breath. It's like he's doing it on purpose to show off his abs." Hoshina chokes on his own spit.

"You know what? M-maybe it's cuz you haven't gone on a date in a while. Maybe you just need to get laid." The recruit says with a touch of worry—genuinely trying to find any rhyme or reason to your attraction.

"Ughhhh," you say sliding down your chair. "Maybe you're right, I should get laid." There's a pause before you're suddenly sitting back up straight. You lean towards the recruit across the table, "maybe I'll ask Captain Narumi out."

NO "NO!! He's off limits don't you fucking dare!" The recruit screams standing up abruptedly and slamming her hands onto the table.

By the sounds of your maniacal laughter, Hoshina hopes you're only joking.

"Don't worry," you wheeze out, wiping a tear from your eye. "Your precious Captain is all yours." Hoshina hears the humour and mischief in your voice and he can't help but smile too. From the sound of your voice, he knows you're not done teasing the recruit.

"PLUS-" Ah, there she goes " Vice Captain Hoshina is much much MUCH cooler than Captain Snorumi anyways."

The scandalous gasp does well to hide his own snicker.

"HOW DARE YOU!"

"That's just the truth, hun. We all know it," you say matter of factly as you lean back into your seat crossing your arms.

"You can't even compare someone who's only a Vice Captain to a Captain! Captain Narumi climbed the r-"

"Oh is being Captain all it takes to be cool? Well Narumi must've been a drag before he became Captain." You argue back defiantly and cheekily, clearly enjoying this.

"Well swords are powerless against a gun! He can't-"

"And yet he was able to be promoted to Vice Captain with his swords while some of us can't even become a platoon leader with their guns." Both the recruit and Hoshina gasp at that and Hoshina decides to interrupt before the situation escalates further. If only he was a little less responsible. He would've loved to see how far you'd go for him. Oh well, he has all the time in the world to corner you about it.

"Yoohoo! The meetings over y/n-kun- Ah, sorry, was I interrupting something?" He says with a grin as both your heads snap towards him scandalized. Well, the recruit appears to be scandalized. You seem to be mortified.

Your jaw dropped open and the red that was flushing your skin from the tip of your ears all the way down to your neck was so pleasing. To think that you yourself would be the downfall of your cool and collected image amuses Hoshina greatly. He can only stare and admire the mess you've become. Too cute. Way too cute for his heart.

"C-captain!" Your voice cracks. Oh, even cuter. "I uh- I, we were- you didn't interrupt anything at all" you say clearing your throat and trying to regain your composure.

"What's got ya all worked up l/n?" He asks with false innocence as he tilts his head, "were you talking about something you shouldn't be?" He teases with a slight lilt in his voice.

"Of course not!" Growing a shade brighter you add "Sir!" to try to save yourself.

"Well alright then, come on let's go, I'm over this place," Hoshina says nodding his head goodbye at the recruit and exiting the room. He hears you whisper shout your own goodbyes before running to catch up with him. You stop and walk slightly behind him and he can't help but revel in your embarassment. He wonders if he should let you off easy or see how far he can push you...

"So you think my hair is stupid?"

He swears he can hear you internally scream.

[aestheteanime]

how long they last during a sex ban

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

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

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

✶ wc: 2.9k

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

nsfw minors DNI

— ✶ ICHIKAWA RENO | 4 days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you finally oblige.

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ✶ HOSHINA SOSHIRO | 2 weeks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ✶ FURUHASHI IHARU | 20 minutes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ✶ NARUMI GEN | 2 days

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

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

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

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

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

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

and god the noises.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"well in that case--"

[nocandnc]

Thinking about this tiny moment where, for less than a minute, Kafka felt Mina's fingers brush against his neck. In that same instance, Mina felt his stubble grazing her knuckles and his warm breath on her skin.

Thinking how they'd been so far apart for so long, only to suddenly be closer than either could clearly remember being after all these years - just for a moment.

Just. Just thinking about it is all.

[semirofly]

Kafka Hibino : our MC!🍔

My favorite character for sure!🔥

[yugen11]

Kissing w/ Kaiju No. 8

Various Kaiju No. 8 x gn!reader

-fluff

-When Kafka kisses you, it's like a big bear hug. You can't help but feel that warm sensation bubbling up inside you whenever he pulls you in to push a playful kiss to your cheek. He especially loves it if you have chubby or squishy cheeks for him to press his lips into.

-Leno kisses you almost shyly. You both might have been dating for months and he'll still kiss you as if he's shy that he's about to kiss you. As much as he loves you, he can't help but feel a little shy when he goes for a kiss still. It's almost as if he thinks you're out of his league with how attractive you are.

-Kisses from Iharu are always playful. He never lets a kiss seem half assed, he always will put his full effort into a kiss even if it's been years since you both got together. He loves to kiss you so why stop him?

-As much as Mina loves to kiss you, she doesn't do it very often. It's a quick peck here and there throughout the day and they don't last nearly as long as you'd like them to. She's a busy woman though and she'll be sure to repay you for your patience once you both are able to catch a day off.

-Hoshina can't help but tease you a little when you ask him for a kiss. You're asking the Vice Captain for a kiss? And you didn't even say please? Seems like you won't be getting what you want. That is... until you least expect it.

-He's so needy. Gen can't help but whine for your attention when you deny it from him. He always wants you to give him your attention and affection. He's one pathetic Captain when it comes to your kisses that you won't give to him!

[sashi-ya]

カフカとミナ・「Kafka & Mina」

The reminiscence of Kafka and Mina's surnames with everything white and the sun, to me both like a new day, a dawn. The OST they used for the anime called "Mina と Kafka" (being と a particle used not only for saying "and" but also heavily related to being together/relationships) The way she never stopped waiting for him, not because she didn't considered him to be good enough but because she knows exactly how strong he is. The way both mature and immature feelings happen at the same time inside herself because she gets mad at the fact he is not next to her but she also knows he can be better because she believes in him (if the battle of reasoning and pure feelings wasn't what happens inside someone in love...) The way she brings the power to manipulate the cannon from that "anger". the way Kafka sees Mina like his heart when he has actually lost it due to his Kaiju transformation just to come back to his humanity (so IchiHime 🥺). The way Mina says the most important part of Kafka is indeed his heart... the way "abyss" is the name of the song they used for the anime when indeed it is referring to the times they both (if you haven't read the manga please don't pay attention to this) fall into an abyss and they see each other to regain strength to keep on living "can someone please save my life?" And what about Nobody? please, PLEASE!! CAN WE JUST PAY ATTENTION TO THIS BEAUTIFUL ROMANCE??

"nah, Kaiju no. 8 is not romance centered"

RIGHT.

also, isn't "After Dark" by Mr. Kitty their song? I just love that song, it makes total sense for them and how Kafka worked so hard to be at the same level to be able to protect her (what a maaaan lord!!!)

not me being obsessed with their love story, it's just so perfect cause it is really a mature love! (plus, I am sucker for childhood lovers torpe)

[calico-cheriies]

☆彡 Hideaway |Soshiro Hoshina x Reader Fanfic

{Masterlist}

⇒ One of the biggest jobs that no one considers is the jobs that deals with the aftermath of situations. Whether it's dealing with the cleaning up of Kaiju's or the investigation that comes with it. That's what (Y/n)'s job is as a forensics pathologist of the third division. Despite mostly being hidden in the shadows and dealing with the studying of the dead, she still finds herself in the presence of one of the most important people in the division- Soshiro Hoshina- who finds this rather shy and awkward girl interesting considering she's always avoiding any interaction. What else could he do but corner her to initiate a conversation?

→Chapters

{Chapter one}

{Chapter two}

{Chapter Three}

{Chapter Four}

{Chapter Five}

{Chapter Six}

{Chapter Seven}