#kaiju no. 8 fic idea

[ouiouimochi]

Imagine he discovers you write about him

pairing/s : soshiro hoshina x reader

genre: romance, secret adoration until it wasn't, mutual pining, a little crack

wc: approx 3k

warning: VERY long imagine/drabble (got carried away pls this has been in drafts and been written on for weeks ), swearing, suggestive content, unedited and grammatical mistakes, uhmn interchanged usage hoshina and soshiro

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just imagine— IMAGINE you were the average tumblr hoshina writer (ahem ahem) but working under operations manager okonogi as her assistant.

imagine hoshina discovering Tumblr and searching members of the defense force. he gets curious and searches himself. he discovers fancams and amusing edits of himself. he also finds it entertaining with how feral his fans are.

then he randomly stumbles upon the soshiro hoshina x reader tag and curiously taps on it. the first thing that greeted him was a story written by you— but he didn't know it was even you. he reads in interest actually, finding that it resonated as to how he would've acted— like the writer understood what he was like. he also liked how well-structured the story was, being a fan of reading himself.

before he knows it, he finishes the story. he goes to the comment section and sees fans wildly saying their thoughts. some even arguing that he was ooc in the story.

with plenty of time to spare, he scrolls through the tag and finds plenty of other stories, even coming across multiple ones made by you. he notices how he related most to the fictional him in your stories than in other ones.

so he goes to your blog, finding that you had published a lot of stories about him, and reblogged multiple posts about him as well.

so with all the time he had to burn, he reads through each and every one. (yes even the mature ones lmao-). he actually flushes and gets embarrassed at how this writer was capable of grasping his character and also flustering him with the descriptively beautiful words they describe him with— like damn they're so creative and even poetic sometimes. heck, he found some references to other works of literature he'd read already. it was also scary with how accurate this writer was able to depict him when he read all of their posts.

he concluded the writer to be quite knowledgeable in the arts of literature, psychology, technology, weaponry, and combat with how it reflected well into the paragraphs. he theorizes that maybe that person was just a diehard fan, a staff member that leaked info(quite a problem when he thought about it), or an actual member of the defense force. he waves it off for now, noticing that he read everything in the blog during the entire night.

so he awaits their next post, and it arrives. he immediately removes the theory of the writer just being a diehard fan. his eyes would scan the work again and again, finding similarities and a parallelism to what happened a few days ago in the base. he gets very interested in hunting down this person now. but nonetheless he enjoys this unknown writer's works.

the second time around, he got alarmed at how the next fic was VERY accurate despite being hidden behind flowery words and phrases. he NEEDED to hunt down who this was. admittedly, you got too carried away with your recent work— so you put in some red herrings here and there to deter suspicions since you were too lazy to actually edit now. but chile, hoshina saw through that and wholly believes the writer is someone in the defense force— in the third division.

so at the operations room, doing normal monitoring— it was quite a slow day indeed. hoshina thinks deeply to himself. you, being the sweet and observant person you are, noticed how he'd been donning a serious expression as of recently. okonogi asks what got him thinking deep, and you pay attention.

"do you know Tumblr?" you freeze, but it went unnoticed.

okonogi would say she's heard of it but doesn't have an account with how busy she already was. she'd ask what about it.

"got curious and searched how people viewed people of the force before searching my name" —he remembers all the narumi love and slander and mentally chuckles before getting back to topic.

you were crossing your fingers, hoping he didn't come across a certain... tag— knowing well some of your works gained popularity and had a high chance of being the first thing that popped up when you searched the tag .

"... and I must say I found some... interestin' things..." you start sweating a bit, stomach twisting, feeling your heart drop. 'f u c k'

okonogi notices and asked if you were okay. you smiled a bit wobbly— obviously straining. you were stiff and unconsciously gripping the desk.

"... my stomach hurts, ma'am..." you'd manage to lie through your teeth, convincingly enough too— you weren't exactly lying since your stomach felt like a bowling ball had sunken into it.

"ya should have it checked out" hoshina says, a bit concerned since you were quite the sweet person. he didn't wanna see you suffering.

"yes sir, thank you." you quickly bow and leave the room, completely sweating bullets.

'i shouldn't have gotten too carried away, s h i t' you knew very well how sharp your vice captain was — having observed him beside okonogi. basically a vip seat to witness all of his glory.

you thought about how you should really lay low for a while. you head to the medbay to not further raise suspicions. you've been careful all these years with how much information you added into your stories, derailing some details to not allow speculations about your identity.

hoshina awaits for an update but there was none, so he resorts to rereading your works. that was how he was able to actually confirm that the writer was someone from the force. his mannerisms at work— the way he sometimes speaks in a Kansai dialect or how he calls his subordinates with endearments like dear or lil fledglings. even though those were no secret, it was an unusual knowledge for just a fan to know.

so narrows it down to someone knowing about the ins and outs of the defense force. he crossed out the possibility of those people in his platoons. so he narrowed it down to someone in the operations room— his mind immediately thought of you but he dismisses it since he can't imagine it being you.

'it can't be her'

you're treading on hella thin ice LMAO

now you're in the library, finishing up some reports. you were exhausted and got careless in believing that it was okay for you to scroll through your some of your socials.

so you opened THE tumblr acc(tbf it was ur only one)— mindlessly scrolling, liking, commenting, and reblogging. you disregarded your overloaded notif bell… also completely disregarding the fact that someone can sneak up on you

‘its way too late into the night anyways’

“oh ya’ got tumblr too, m’dear?”

his eyes quickly scanned your screen where you had a post of mina posing for an advertisement— hearted and reblogged. his eyes then get magnetized to the distracting notif bell that had 99+ pings. then it trailed to your profile picture— the whole world stops. (actually dunno how desktop tumblr looks like oop)

you were too slow to react as you watched the gears turned in his head just from a quick glance on the screen.

there are multiple ways this can go to... : the fleshed out, fanfic route… or the… nsfw route lmao

Long route

you hurriedly closed your laptop and excused yourself before bolting away to lock yourself up in your room. you screamed into a pillow, overthinking. you tried to convince yourself that he definitely doesn't know— no way he does. however, the negative thoughts consume you that you ended up crying.

you absolutely done fucked up

you filed for a sick leave the next day, okonogi approving but having a slight suspicion that something was wrong. even though it was normal for you to do so after an all-nighter of finishing reports.

you were just in your room sulking. ashamed to face the world. too ashamed to face hoshina.

you were not prepared to be punished in the not so kinky way.

on the other hand, hoshina was also in denial. there was no way someone as sweet, demure, and mindful as you would write things so....

he gets flustered at the thought. he really did enjoy your writing— but GOD, how was he supposed to react now that he learned that YOU wrote him in that way.

he wonders if you saw him the way you wrote him— the words you described him with, the words you portrayed him as... the way the "reader" feels in your works.

but the more he denied and wondered, the more his rational thoughts pushed itself through his mind. making sense of all the content you wrote so far— the parallels, the facts, the knowledge, and each detail— they all made sense. it also figures how he was able to relate to the fictional him. he felt more shy than violated— the way you wrote him, the way you took time to understand his whole character... made him feel so seen.

so hoshina goes to the operations room to hopefully talk to you. he asked okonogi of your whereabouts to which she answered that you took a sick leave . her suspicions raising that you taking a break had something to do with their vice captain.

so he goes to your room and knocks on it(can branch out further into fluff or nsfw routes— I'll stick with fluff for now)

he waits a while but he eventually hears shuffling from the other end of the door. he gets greeted with the sight of you wrapped in a blanket like a burrito with bloodshot eyes.

he's unsure if you cried or were actually sick or something... he has suspicions that it was the former but who was to say that it wasn't both (fun fact when one's feeling depressi mode, their immune system also gets brought down, making them more susceptible to illness).

you don't recognize him at first since you had your eyes squinted from the light. but you immediately knew it was him due to his easily distinguishable silhouette even if your eyes barely adjusted to the harsh light.

you gasp and immediately go to close the door. he quickly stops it, quite easily too. but you stay stubborn and put your whole weight onto the door, pleading for him to leave you alone.

"we need to talk"

your illness riddled brain immediately dreads that you're definitely gonna get fired— so you responded by pushing your door even more vigorously with a "no!"

soshiro would relent and let you close the door on him as you leaned on the other side, heaving. another knock on the door as he calls your name.

a bit of silence before a response from you.

"what?"

"'yer not in trouble"

silence passes again before the door clicks, slowly opening. you stare up at him like a puppy

"really?" you hopefully asked

his heart jumps and twinges. it m e l t s at the sight of you.

"yes, dearest"

although you've never noticed, he had always been calling you by a pet name different from the rest.

you let him in your room, trudging over your bed to entrust him in closing the door behind him. you were convinced to do so because of the rather soft expression he was directing at you— heck you were sure you were one of the few to notice his changes in expression. maybe that's one of the reasons why you were able to write him so scarily accurate.

you sat yourself on your bed as soshiro follows by seating himself beside you.

"I'm sick...." you try to convince him to sit on a chair but he doesn't move. you look away, feeling awkward as you start fiddling with your blanket

he was considerate enough to start the conversation at least. he calls you by name and endearment, causing you to flush. you thought how unfair it was that it has so much of an effect on you than you'd rather admit. but it also calmed you down

just as he was about to speak, you interrupted him with apologies, strings of words whizzed past explaining how it even happened... with apologies woven in-between sentences .

"...I understand you're mad—" he interrupted you this time

"'m not" that shuts you up

it was his turn to be embarrassed , hearing about it on your side— directly from you. he's also reminded of how he likes your stories.

"I like them... your stories" he starts

"they leave me not with feelings of being objectified... but rather flattery with the amount of adoration in your work..." he admits

"it was so scarily accurate that it made it easy for me to relate to the 'other' me"

silence, you think how that must've been creepy behavior on your part.

soshiro had a question to ask but hesitated when he saw how you looked at him like he wasn't real. as if your fictional character just popped out of your screen.

you were doing things to his heart

he asked if the way you wrote him was how you actually viewed him. not influenced by your readers.

just you and your thoughts alone.

"yes" of fucking course it was

it might've been the sickness getting to you, causing you to be honest. but God. you praised him, adored him, admired him— all of the sort

unabashedly telling those things straight to his face causing him to feel hot in the face.

"...but I knew how I had no chance with you, that's why I resorted to writing it all out— letting my imagination run wild just to satiate my feelings for you"

he gapes

"you like me?"

you widen your eyes, realizing you basically confessed to him. you completely flush and turn your head away from him after a stare down.

he laughs.

what the fuck

you flush redder thinking he was laughing at you and your feelings but you can't help but think your writing couldn't do his laugh justice— it was just... just so nice(?)

you simp— you actually crumpled at his laugh as he stops himself. he gently turns your body to face him, his hands settling on where your shoulders were under the blanket

you were actually pouting for some reason (you were slightly hurt he laughed at you, but u misunderstood)

as if you can't get any cuter in his eyes. his gaze locks itself with yours.

"'yer so adorable, (y/n)"

he explained how his heart feels so light when around you. that his heart constricts at your innocent gaze— really makes him wanna protect you and shield you away from anything.

even from a fortitude 10 kaiju if it so happens.

sure he was friendly around a lot of people, but he gets inexplicably softer in his treatment with you. he may call others dear and such, but he also calls you differently if you haven't noticed.

he admits how discovering you were the author of the fics he liked reading made him want to protect you even more. how he wanted to stop you from running away from that night he discovered and regretted not doing so.

a tear fell before becoming streams dripping down your cheeks.

soshiro hugged you, caressed your head and hair so carefully.

heck you didn't even know why you were crying— but to be fair you were physically and emotionally vulnerable due to your sickness.

hearing him say all these sweet things gave you relief, the floodgates basically opening on their own.

and here you are now, crying in soshiro's embrace as if it was a dream. as how you have always fantasized to be held by him.

"I like you too, dearest"

and so you laugh at yourself for the predicaments you've placed yourself in— you could've avoided it if you had the courage to say it straight to his face. you would've wanted to avoid the embarrassment brought by him discovering you were writing about him.

but ig this is fine too, you liked this. so you hugged him back so tight as if he'd disappear like smoke.

as if he wasn't real, as if this wasn't real.

you were glad when your worst thought did not come true as hoshina gently held your face in both of his hands while staring so lovingly in your eyes.

the end for fluff route

WARNING: suggestive content, you've been warned don't come after my ass

now for the nsfw route

I actually need to separate that (if I ever even write it lmao)

I cannot write smut to save my life... but butttt

nsfw route 1 where he managed to corner you before you got away the night of the discovery.

basically just like "oh? so ya' ve been imagining me doing all those things to ya? how bout a taste of the real thing~"

nsfw route 2 is sometime after you two start dating. he basically takes inspiration in how you wrote his smuts— with consent ofc, didn't want to hurt you. he's overall sweet about it but teases you if the real thing was better than you'd imagine.

if someone can take over the smut/nsfw part, pls PLEASE I give permission to continue on with the prompt. I'm looking at ahem ahem @justwinginglife, but ik how busy she is currently— absolutely no pressure. anyone's free to take over ^^

[mangostarjam]

double trouble — kaiju no. 8, hoshina soshiro x f!reader x narumi gen, established relationship, shameless smut, creampies, praise kink, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, reader is called "cutie" and "pretty girl", 1.4k words

"Pay attention to me," Narumi Gen rasps in your ear.

"I'm �� can't —" you whine, back bowing as he pinches your nipples, breath hitching in your chest, "Captain — Soshiro —"

Hoshina Soshiro doesn't let up, digging his fingers a little harder into that sweet spot inside you, the clear evidence of your desire inching down his wrist. His eyes glint in the dim light of the office. "What was that, cutie? Ya want more?"

"Ye—no!"

But you're too late. Soshiro's tongue circles your clit with precision, his low groan vibrating along your nerves and twisting them tighter. "Fuck," Gen's voice is rough, his hands harsh as he squeezes your tits, "get off her. She's gotta cum on a cock."

Soshiro pulls away and scissors his fingers inside you at the same time, snickering when you jolt against Gen's chest. "And who's doing the honors this time, Captain?"

You whimper as he presses into you again, the honey sweet drip of arousal thick in your veins as your focus narrows back down to Soshiro's fingers. Down to… Gen's fingers. Gen's — he's reaching down, a calloused pad scraping lightly at your clit as he drags it through your folds, jostling Soshiro's wrist impatiently.

"Well, pretty girl? Think you've been good enough for me?"

You can't — you don't know —

Soshiro kisses you and you melt into it immediately, ignoring the taste of yourself on his tongue in favor of chasing every soft quiet sigh escaping his lips. Behind you, you're dimly aware of Gen shuffling and shifting, the warmth of his chest pressing comfortingly into your back as he sheds his shirt and jacket and pants. His hands are firm on your waist as he lifts you with ease, dislodging Soshiro's fingers from your pussy only to replace them with the head of his cock.

"Hah — oh, f-fuck, C-Captain," you stutter, mind going blank as Gen fills your aching cunt. He's thick and hard and he gives you about two seconds to adjust before he's lifting you up and rolling his hips, his teeth catching at one of the bruises he's already littered along your shoulders.

Your beloved office napping couch creaks as Gen fucks you. The harsh slap of skin on skin fills the room as you clench down on his cock and moan. Soshiro swallows some of it down but he's diverted, hands cupping your tits as you bounce on the captain's cock, eyes watching you reverently as your expression twists with pleasure. Gen's grip on you is relentless, moving you exactly how he wants as he braces his feet against the floor to go deeper and harder and faster.

"Ya better cum soon, Captain," Soshiro drawls, but his voice is low and rough. "Our girl's not gonna last much longer."

Gen grunts. "Shut up, bowl cut. I wanna hear her when she loses it."

The ache in your gut is unbearable. Your fingers clench uselessly at Gen's wrists, trying to stay grounded as he pounds into you, to hold back the babbling nonsense running through your mind as he presses his lips softly to the spot just below your ear.

"Oh, oh no, no, Capt— Gen — no please, please," but then everything goes white.

"Good fucking girl."

You feel his cock pulse inside you, the thick gobs of cum coating your walls, the thundering beat of his heart against your back as he slumps with you into the couch. You turn your head blindly, sighing as Gen kisses you loose and easy and sweet.

And then it's Soshiro's hands on your waist, his easy strength lifting you off Gen's slowly softening cock, his quick smile as he lays you out properly on the couch and settles between your legs. The top of your head bumps against Gen's thigh but he doesn't move, merely rests his palm against your cheek instead. Soshiro reaches for your ankles.

Cum dribbles out of your fluttering pussy and he scoops it back in, laughing under his breath as you squeak and squirm. "Are ya payin' attention?"

"S-Soshiro wait, I just —"

His cock slides in with a loud, messy noise, filling you so abruptly and fully you choke on a breath as pleasure shoots sharp up your spine. "Tsk, tsk," Soshiro props your ankles on his shoulders and leans forward, pressing into you as you keen. "Look at ya gettin' all sloppy on my cock."

He pulls back and you feel a thick drip of cum sliding out of your folds. Embarrassment and desire twists in your gut as he pushes back into you, fucking Gen's cum in and out of you, fucking you senseless with every thrust. "Pay attention, cutie," Soshiro murmurs, voice cracking as you clench pathetically around his cock. "Ya feel so fucking good. 'm not gonna last."

You scramble for something to hold and Soshiro releases your ankles, lets your legs fall open as he laces your hands together, nearly chokes on his own surprised groan as you wrap your legs around his trim waist to keep him as close as possible. "Gonna cum," you admit quietly, squeezing his hands.

Soshiro blinks down at you, his lopsided grin flashing one sharp fang as he rolls his hips in that way you like, nudging his cock along every sensitive inch of your walls. "Yeah?"

"Hurry it up, Vice Captain." Gen pinches your nipple and grins down at you. "We've got all night and I want another turn."

"You'll kill me," you breathe. Soshiro's thrusts get a little more pointed. He huffs.

"He's just mad I've scraped out all his cum," Soshiro leans close and murmurs in your ear, "and you're a greedy lil thing, aren'tcha? Ya sure clenched tight about that. Ya want Captain Narumi again?"

Desperately you shake your head, legs tightening further around his waist. "Just you, Soshiro, just want your cum now —"

Soshiro grins, sharp and crooked, and then settles his teeth against your neck as he cums with a low groan. You whimper as his cock kicks inside you, filling you up even as he reaches down to rub quick, dirty circles around your clit, sending you hurtling over the edge to clamp around him even more.

After a moment he soothes the new mark on your skin with a careful swipe of his tongue and then leans up to kiss you properly, brushing your sweat soaked hair out of your face. Gen whistles low. "That's gonna stain."

"My couch," you whisper, mortified, blinking up as two sets of eyes settle back on you. The pounding of your pulse is loud in your ears. "We'll have to burn my couch."

Soshiro laughs and Gen rolls his eyes fondly. "Don't worry, we'll get you a new one."

"A stain resistant one."

"We cannot keep doing this," you breathe, giggling helplessly when both men snort. The pleasure-filled haze lifts slowly as your brain reboots. "Captain! Vice Captain! This is the third couch this month!"

Gen shrugs. "Quit working so late at night and we can fuck on a real bed."

"Oh, as if either of you go to bed before midnight," you complain. "You're both worse than I am!"

"Speakin' of beds," Soshiro says, "are ya gonna let go of me, cutie, or am I gonna hafta carry ya?"

Your legs tighten around his waist and you blink up at him innocently when he hisses. "I'm just trying not to spill any more cum."

"Bathroom before bed," Soshiro mutters, somehow hoisting you up and off the couch. Strong hands grip your thighs as you squeak and tighten around him at the sudden shift in gravity. A thick drop of cum hits the floor.

Your eyes widen. "Hurry!"

Gen grumbles under his breath but follows the two of you down the hall to your bathroom, holding you up steadily as Soshiro wipes at the insides of your thighs with a wet cloth. It's not quite midnight yet, but you're two long blinks away from falling asleep standing up, so both men maneuver the three of you into a quick shower and then into your bed across the hall.

"Pay attention to me," Gen mutters, tugging you into his arms. Soshiro settles behind you, dragging the blankets over the three of you and draping an arm over your waist. "Next time I wanna go second."

"But I was good for you," you murmur, pressing your lips against his collarbone.

"You're always good for us," Soshiro says quietly. His chest is warm against your back.

Gen kisses your forehead.

"Our good girl."

[mechazushi]

Spoilers for Chapter 117

GUYS, GUYS, GUYS, Guys, guys !!!!

Hear Me Out....

KafHoshi.... is fated reincarnated soulmates / doomed yaoi.

Kafka's ancestor and Hoshina's were good friends up until a certain point. The stress of the upcoming battle was straining their relationship and it all came to a head when Hoshina's ancestor said "You're not fit for this clan."...

It would be the last thing he said to Kafka's ancestor before he died.

While Kafka's ancestor got injected with the souls of a tortured thousand, Hoshina's ended up regretting his last words so much that he prayed to be reincarnated at a point where he could meet Kafka's and be the friend he should have been until their last moments.

Now I'm just imagining Kafka not being able to look Hoshina in the eye after the fight. Not in a "you doubted me once, you'll doubt me again." Sort of way, but in a "I can't be with you because it will happen again." Sort of way.

GOD, the angst is delicious.

[spacedoutdandelion]

Thinking about a Sentinel & Guide AU for KN8 and how that’d work for any given pairing 😩

For the sake of my sanity:

KafHoshi-

If set before Hoshi gets 10, then it’d be Sentinel Kafka with Guide Hoshi. Because even with Hoshina’s cool demeanor he’s a softy at heart and he’d 110% have a weakness for Kafka with his puppydog eyes and how he recklessly overuses his senses to help others at his own risk.

Imagine how Narumi pushing Kafka to use his potential would just piss Hoshina off because he’s not there all the time to help Kafka reset his senses and it makes him worry. 🥺

But I imagine Hoshi after getting 10 being more like a sentinel. So Sentinel/Sentinel with them struggling to control their senses and unable to find comfort in each other despite not wanting anyone else. Very bittersweet.

Iharu/Reno-

Iharu would definitely be the guide! I think of this scene and how supportive he was for Reno and it makes my heart soft. Iharu would have chosen Reno, before Reno even realized they were a good match up for each other. They’d start out platonic and grow into more over time because their both stubborn about acknowledging their feelings.

NaruHoshi-

Thinking about Sentinel/Sentinel NaruHoshi and how they’d bring out the worst in each other, pushing each other past their limits and being each others downfalls but not caring in the slightest. Because why would that matter when they feel so free in the moment as they strive for greater heights - who cares if their senses are getting absolutely destroyed, one of them needs to be better and they both have that “it’ll be me” mentality.

but uh this is just my brainrot ramblings…don’t take me serious or anything 🫠

[nocandnc]

I wonder that in the wedding of Kafka and Mina, what would Okonogi and Hoshina do? Also who would try to catch the bouquet during the wedding reception? (I believe that would be Hoshina=))) And what was other's feeling after seeing that? Thank you for your time^^

Hi there~

It's funny you bring this up as I have a wedding-related OkoHoshi ficlette idea I've been tinkering with lately, though I don't know if I'll go ahead with it...

Anyways, KafMina wedding!!

They do strike me as the type to go with a modern western-style wedding, bouquet tossing and all! White is very much Mina's colour and she'd look gorgeous in a full bridal gown (Kafka is mildly scared to find a pistol strapped to her thigh later into the night, which she claims - somewhat unconvincingly, might he add - is a precaution against kaiju other than her new husband.)

Regarding Okonogi and Hoshina... I think they might be left out of the wedding party to be honest. Instead, Reno and Kikoru take up the position of Best Man and Maid of Honor respectively (+ Bakko as ring bearer). Not because Kafka and Mina wouldn't want them to take part, but if the Captain is busy celebrating her wedding day then the Vice Captain needs to be at the ready to take care of any urgent kaiju matters on her behalf, right? It just makes practical sense. As for Okonogi, well... she'd just feel too awkward being part of a fancy ceremony like that, even if the eyes weren't necessarily on her.

But Hoshina and Okonogi still attend as guests of course!

While Hoshina isn't a part of the wedding party proper, Kafka and Mina still pull him up on stage to give a speech early into the reception festivities. Okonogi makes no speeches but claps as others say their piece, eyes misty from joy and laughter.

The heartfelt anecdotes and silly jokes wrap up, after which there is cake and music and drinks of all kinds.

When it comes time to throw the bouquet, several ladies gather near the front in hopes of improving their chances of getting married catching the beautiful flower arrangement - but it turns out Mina's throwing arm is just as impressive as her firing one and she overshoots the crowd by a large margin.

It flies across the venue in a long arc, petals scattering along the unexpected trajectory.

Soshiro barely registers the object entering his peripheral but snatches it from the air flawlessly all the same - as expected, it takes the Vice Captain to catch the Captain's throws. He laughs a little at the bouquet that's now securely in hand, followed by further laughter as the attending women groan and cry out in disappointment.

"How could you, sir!"

"That's supposed to be for us girls!!"

"I caught it fair an' square!" He shoots back, waving the bouquet at them like a baton. "How about you try puttin' in a little more work for it next time!?"

It's all in good fun though, for the women laugh too and quickly return to drinking and dancing and the eating of cake.

Somewhat prior to this, a reticent Okonogi was dragged onto the dance floor by Akari and the rest for several fast-paced songs. Though she'd admit to having a bit of fun, that one bit was still more than enough for her. The Operations Leader sticks to lingering near the drink bar after this, quietly taking photos now and then - even snapping a shot of their Vice Captain catching Mina's bouquet when the cameraman wasn't ready - but otherwise content to watch the cheerful chaos from a distance.

A wallflower like her had no aspirations of catching flowers.

...Which is why Okonogi Konomi is all the more startled when the much-sought-after bouquet is suddenly shoved into her hands.

"Huh?"

"Hold these for me, would you dear?" Vice Captain Hoshina asks before she's even fully registered his presence.

"What??"

Amused by Konomi's bewildered state, Soshiro flashes his sharp canines at her along with his phone - a familiar Kaiju warning blinking violently across the narrow screen.

"Duty calls!"

[sunmaylight]

Househusband Kafka? AU

((Edit: added a title to this piece))

I’ve started watching Kaiju No. 8 and have a plunny idea

Househusband Kafka who is legally married to Mina. Those two can be romantically married or platonically married and have picked up all the signed of a happily married couple without realizing it. Aka, “Because this is my First Life” k-drama (even though I haven’t gotten too far into it and they are both working young adults)

Canon happens as normal…to the extent that Mina knows that Kafka can turn into a Kaiju, but thinks that it is a slow transformation happening to him. She has the idea that it is reversible and pushes Kafka to be seen by the Kaiju experts and doctors to get the transformation reversed. Even though Kafka already knows that it might be impossible to reverse this at all.

More thought out stuff below

Pre-Marriage

Kafka and Mina unexpectedly reunited one day in the middle of Mina’s career. It would have been a joyful reunion if it wasn’t for the fact that both smelt like Kaiju extract.

The two met as Kafka was cleaning up a Kaiju and Mina is tasked with looking out for the cleanup crew in case if the corpse had any hidden failsafe organs. There was one, the Kaiju had a function of releasing extract as a spray and had it loaded up before it was killed. It sprayed only on Kafka and Mina. Luckily there is a public shower area nearby, so the two were able to get cleaned up quickly. They used the time waiting for transportation to pick them up to catch up. Before leaving they exchanged numbers

Time goes on, the two meet when they can until it get to the point where people recognize Mina in public. As a figure for Kaiju extermination, there are mixed reactions people have for her. Especially a significant sponsor who thinks that Mina should be married already and offers one of his children as a candidate.

Mina complains about this to Kafka when they are hanging out at her house with food and drinks. Then a flash of inspiration strikes Kafka. He suggests that the two become legal partners. That way, if someone tries something like that to Mina again then she has an excuse to refuse them. Her coworker can know about the two’s arrangement as well for a good laugh. Plus if she ever finds someone she wants to actually date, then they can divorce. Also taxes.

Plan in motion early in the morning and with alcohol in their veins, the two draft a contract and legal certificate. That includes mundane things such as rent, groceries, cooking (Kafka cooks for 80% of the time and Mina cooks when she can if she wants to. The 20% is if they can’t stomach food that day), etc; to the more Kaiju related insurances polices, visitation rights, and what kind of ceremony do they want to do. When they wake up, they both have a killer migraine and a crude drawing of Bakko for some reason. (The drawing has a special place on the fridge)

Post-Marriage

For the two of them, it feels as though nothing much changes about their relationship besides living together now with Bakko the giant white tiger. The tiger gets spoilt by Kafka and Mina tried but fails to fix Bakko’s behavior whenever the tiger sees Kafka after work. That is, pouncing on Kafka and licking his face a lot.

Outsiders notices things differently however. They are domestic.

When Mina forgot to bring a lunch one day at work and was going to get something from the canteen, Kafka somehow arrives at her office with two matching lunchboxes. She brings him to the canteen and others just watch as the two eat lunch while talking about Kaiju, what does Mina want to eat for dinner, chores, walking Bakko, and grocery request to pick up on the way home?!

When Kafka is about to enjoy some pudding during work, Mina barges in wearing sunglasses and Kafka’s hoodie. She then grills him about hiding the pudding at home. He argues that she shouldn’t have an entire cup of pudding every day, She argues back he shouldn’t do that as well. The two compromise in a corner of the break room and are seen pouting while sharing Kafka’s cup of pudding. Kafka’s coworkers let the two be since they are used to Mina’s unannounced visits.

While working, it is uncommon to see Kafka call Mina while she is being transported to a certain location during a Kaiju attack. If one listens in, they can hear her debating with Kafka on the best place to shoot the Kaiju. It is always 50/50 on who wins the debate since more often than not it is cut off when Mina arrives at her destination.

However, Mina calling Kafka while he is on his way to a clean up location is more common. She gives him info what to look out for when taking care of the Kaiju corpse that she noticed in battle. He then asks if she noticed anything else unique about the Kaiju. If she wasn’t in the battle, the two gush about the fight and distinguishing characteristics about the Kaiju. The information that Kafka learns helps reduce the work related accidents compared to other clean up crew teams. He even scores employee of the month a few times.

In the dead of night if there are no Kaiju attacks, Kafka and Mina sometimes spend the nights holding each other or sleeping with Bakko when things are too much. If they remember the disaster of their hometown, if either of them had a horrible day where someone they know died during a Kaiju attack, or even nightmares.

There are times when the two get into an argument about Kafka not being in the Defense Force yet/applying for another job in the Defense Force that doesn’t require him being in the front lines frequently. They both don’t talk about Kafka not applying for the Defense Force as they both hold onto that dream.

Canon

((My knowledge isn’t that great. I’m only watching the anime so far and they are concluding the fungus Kaiju. So take these what ifs instead))

When Mina arrived home after Kafka gains the ability to turn into a Kaiju, she and Bakko are greeted with the sight of Kafka cooking while using a tail as well. Instincts kick in and Mina has Kafka pinned on the ground with her weapon. Kafka tries to calm her down but it just stresses her out and stresses him out more in turn. The stress builds until Kafka ends up with a tail, sharp mouth, and an arm transformed before Ichikawa calls to remind Kafka to be careful not to transform in public. Mina then looks at Kafka horrified for him and thinks of what to do when Kafka interrupts Mina. He tells her not to worry, this might be a good thing in achieving his dream.

In the end, Mina decides to keep quiet about Karla’s partial transformations and for the Defense Force to pay special attention to the recruits of this batch. She doesn’t realize that Kafka can transform into Kaiju No. 8

As Kafka works as a cadet the Defense Force staff treats him differently. Before, he is somewhat known to the staff members as Mina’s “household-husband” and is treated as a giant teddy bear sometimes, but now as a cadet, he witnesses how strict these people are. It is exciting for him, he wonders if this was how Mina was treated while rising the ranks.

Besides Leno Ichikawa, the others in their group have no idea that Kafka and Mina are technically married and are roommates. They find out that the two live together when the group runs into Mina and Bakko while training. Bakko pounces on Kafka and licks him then once he is up, Kafka asks Mina what does she want for dinner like he does whenever he drops by the base before. Oblivious to the reveal he accidentally dropped, Kafka runs ahead of the group with Leno. The two jog and discuss about last week’s Kaiju attack when Mina jumps in and argues about a certain characteristic of the Kaiju that she thinks fits one type instead of the other. All three end up oblivious to the group they left behind.

[oxandthorn]

kafhoshi fic / good and lovely

ABOUT FIC: after waking up in hoshina's bed, kafka takes the day to remember what happened between them. panic ensues. rated explicit/nsfw. read it at own risk lmao. 1,945 words.

excerpt below, but full fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57048112

Having one too many last night had Kafka’s head pounding. 

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a door opening. Kafka felt a sudden rush of warm and humid air flow around him. Someone had just got out of the shower. Kafka didn’t think much of it, until he realized: his cadet quarters didn’t have a bathroom… And he didn’t have a roommate.

There was a sudden anxious pang in his stomach. Who’s room am I sleeping in?

He was much too nervous to open his eyes. Kafka heard quiet footsteps moved about the room until stopping opposite of where Kafka slept. The gentle fusion of rosemary flower, orange and peppermint teased his nostrils. Why did that smell familiar?

The knot in his stomach tightened, realizing he wouldn't be able to pretend to be sleeping for much longer. Kafka's eyes flickered open, anxious to see what state he has found himself in.

He saw Hoshina standing at the desk direct opposite of the bed. He was dressed in JAKDF branded training shirt and shorts. Rubbing his wet hair with a towel, Hoshina focused his attention on his phone screen.   I’m in Hoshina’s room… In his bed. Kafka became hyper aware of how naked he was under the covers. He shifted, and Hoshina looked up from his phone.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

[iceclew]

Yeah, there's some smut IhaReno monsterkink ready for a read.

I mean just saying, you know.. heard it's quite fine.

[step-on-me-khun]

Soshiro Hoshina Boyfriend Headcanon's

Wanted to do something Kaiju no.8 related. Both sfw and nsfw. I could've written a fic or smut but plot always escapes me. My ask box is always open. No taglist as this is my first attempt at anything related to Kaiju no.8 - also, due to a shitty laptop, this may be written on a phone. Might do an NSFW alphabet depending on how this does

Warnings: Nsfw content under a cut

Word Count: n/a

Taglist: n/a.

Depending on recs and ideas, I might continue with writing for kn8, but that does depend on multiple things

SFW

If there was any hint that you liked him, platonic or otherwise, he would tease you relentlessly. Small comments here and there, and quiet enough for no one else to hear them.

A sucker for any reaction you give, whether it be a small look you give him, or red face. All the better if someone asks what's wrong - if you're introverted and not too forward, he likes seeing you struggle to answer. If you're a bit bold and don't mind being snarky back to him, expect a lot more teasing and possibly being a little louder with him comments.

Protective, but tries not to be, he had to be distracted by the fight he's fighting otherwise worry floods his mind.

Not particularly clingy but can be as an act.

Shows up to save you from situations at the right time, you don't know how or why.

Offers to train with you, mainly so he can be alone with you, but also so he can train with you. Uses this reason to see how much he can push you, not in a mean way, but so he knows how scared he should be of you.

Ticklish? Expect surprise attacks out of nowhere.

Listens to you talk calms him down after dealing with Kaiju, especially is you can sing, it's one of the rare times you see his eyes gleam with love for you. Also would love it if you're a good listener.

Can be intimidating and scary, but is a big softy and a cuddle bug.

Hides things behind his back, either with his back against the wall, or sitting on a chair - intentionally of course - so you can try to get it back, it's a good way of slyly getting a kiss from you.

If you're short: you'll be teased. If you're taller than him: also teased. If you're short he'll use that to his advantage.

Loves giving you small pecks on your face - nose, cheek, eyelid, jaw, forehead. If you return them he'll be smitten.

Loves being the big spoon when sleeping, but isn't opposed to being the small spoon. Like I said, a hug bug.

Most of the time you wake up with his head on your stomach. If you're not awake and his head is still there, expect a surprise awakening.

Your arms and legs often get tangled together.

Loves seeing you in his uniform.

Also loves you putting him in his place - or at least attempt to.

He wants you to laugh with him, he has an infectious laugh, and doesn't want you to get overwhelmed with your job.

Very affectionate and loving, and persistent if he can tell something's bothering you

Tells you he loves you everyday and night.

Loves holding your hands and kissing your knuckles

NSFW - under the cut

Good with his hands and fingers, probably due to the clutching of his swords. Very much liked using them during sex - stroking your in your intimate areas, teasing you, anything to get a reaction

Tends to be clingy in intimate situations too

Isn't really all too bothered about positions, but mostly missionary to be closer and loving or doggy/prone so he can pin you down

A bit more of a dom than a sub, it's the only time he likes being in control of you

Not all that fussed about giving our receiving oral, but morning surprises are to be expected

Has a high - but not too high - sex drive, enough to keep you satisfied but not enough to drive you insane, unless that is what you want

Put him in his place. But expect to be put on yours after, if he's feeling generous

When he's rough with you, he'll use his hands to either choke you, pull your hair or spank you, even pinning your hands behind your back.

Choke him if you're in control

After care is something he would be good at, especially when he's rough. His hands caressing in areas where had gripped hard on your skin

He likes praising you, and your body, and enjoys it when you do the same

Talks dirty to you when fucking you or getting oral, and will pull on your hair too. He's really good at it too

Edges you a lot, just so he can make you flustered and needy, if he wants you to take control later on the day, this is how he'll do it

Loves looking you directly in your eyes, you look so beautiful to him while you're coming apart

Bites you. Anywhere and everywhere, mainly your neck, collarbone, nape inner thighs and ear lobes

Is vocal, but not overly loud. Whines and groans a bit, hisses when you give him head, and moans softly into your ears if he's fucking your from behind

His favourite part of you is your lush thighs - not so much an ass or tits, but will grope them when he feels like it

Will take risks and try to edge you anywhere that he can

Anytime he senses something's wrong, he instantly slows down or stops so he can care for and reassure you

All in all, he's a loveable asshole

Please don't steal or translate

[hayatoseyepatch]

𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓:Narumi was a very possessive man, so when he sees you and Hoshina getting along a bit too well, he decides to show you both just who it is you go home to every night. 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗:Gen Narumi (Kaiju No. 8) 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙:1.3k 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘:Fem!ReaderxNarumi.⚠️NSFW Dark Content⚠️. 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:Exhibitionism, filming with the intent to send, oral (m!receiving), masturbation, face fucking, praise, possessive behavior, slight manga spoilers, slight mentions of implied Hoshina x Narumi, facial.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊:I'm obsessed with these two fighting over reader. So I absolutely had to do a flip of the Hoshina one from last week oops. (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑ I'm not gonna lie, of all of the fics I've written this one was definitely my favorite and the most fun to do. (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ I hope you enjoy! The full masterlist for my kinktober can be found here.

 “Gods, baby, look so fucken pretty like this”

Narumi purred, the sight of you settled on your knees between his thighs practically had his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Reaching down, he delicately brushes your hair from your face, giving him, and the camera, full view of your beautiful face inches away from his covered cock. He could feel himself throbbing against the confines of his uniform, cock in desperate need of attention. He had never been so hard in his life. You looking so gorgeous on your knees for him coupled with the idea that Hoshina would be watching him claim you so absolutely sending him into a fit of need.

Narumi was a very possessive man, after spending so long on his own, he was very possessive of the one person he decided to spend his life with. You showed Narumi affection, even the slightest amount in the beginning, and he was smitten. He never knew how much he craved someone by his side, never imagined being so in need of your affection, and never hoped anyone would love him the way you did. So upon seeing you getting so cozy with that rotten bowl-cut jerk with their most recent visit to the first division, he knew he needed to very explicitly show him just who your heart (and your body) belonged to in the form of a nice little video he would send to him at the end of the night.

He groaned as you looked up at him and effectively the camera once more hands trailing up his body until you reached the top of his uniform’s zipper. Angling the camera to show the exposure of his body as you drug down the zipper, toned from years of training and being a captain. Throwing his head back as your hand comes in contact with his cock, now only separated by the thin material of his underwear. A shiver running up his thigh as you tease him rubbing him through the fabric, going as far as to lean forward, kissing the tip of his covered cock. A deep groan rumbles in his chest overcompensating for the whimper that threatened to escape, knowing Hoshina would more than tease him for being reduced to a whiny bitch for his girlfriend, unsure why the idea of that made his cock twitch.

“Go on baby, it’s all yours… take it.” He cooed, a desperate edge to the tone of his voice.

You lick your lips, deft fingers pulling Narumi from his underwear, showing off his cock to the camera. Placing a wet kiss to his tip, making a show of kitten licking his tip, collecting the precum that had bubbled over on your tongue and showing it to not only the lens but to Narumi, catching the muffled ‘fuck’ that is mumbled under his breath at the sight. You were more teasing in your movements, missing the way Narumi would have been whining by now, pleading for you to stop teasing him. Especially, when you flattened your tongue licking up the length of his shaft, pressing specifically on the sensitive vein that ran along the underside. The most you got from him was a shiver and a shuddering breath, it seemed like you weren't the only one putting on a show for the camera.

Tour tongue circles the mushroom tip of his cock, paying special attention to the stretch of skin at the underside, knowing that was where he was most sensitive. Your efforts are rewarded with a throaty groan, Narumi’s head being thrown back, the hand not holding his phone finding purchase in your hair. He tried so desperately not to buck his hips upward, his body was always so responsive to you. As you kept your attention to that spot, however, he couldn’t help it. A whine escaping his lips, need coating his voice as he spoke.

“Fuck, baby girl, stop teasing.. need to feel more of your mouth bunny.”

Despite how wrecked he sounded, you were the one who felt destroyed, his words and the tone he spoke them in going straight to your cunt. Giving in to his request you sink your mouth on him, the groan he lets out has you whimpering around his cock. Unable to help it you let your own fingers slide past the waistband of your panties, the pads of your fingers finding your clit. Drawing circles on your sensitive nub as you begin to bob your head up and down the length of his cock.

“Fuck, bunny, are you playing with your cunt? That’s so fucking hot, you’re so fucking hot.”

He groaned, the thought that you gained pleasure from pleasuring him making his cock throb within the confines of your mouth. The vibrations of your moans against his cock had Narumi losing control, hips bucking up into your face. Fist gripping your hair still to force you to take more of him into your waiting throat. Narumi’s rough treatment has you picking up the speed of your fingers. Tears spilling past your lashes obscene noises of the ‘shlick’ of his cock entering and exiting your mouth coupled with both of your moans. Your hips ground down on your fingertips, corners of your vision going white as your pleasure builds, drool dripping down your chin and down your neck. You were sure you looked absolutely destroyed, but it only managed to spur him on.

“Gonna fuck that cute little throat baby, want to feel my cock in the back of your throat baby? That what you want?” He asks, groaning out his words, coated in pleasure. “Go ahead baby keep playing with that pretty pussy while I fuck your face, want you to cum with me yeah?”

His words were filthy, spoken in a breathy timbre as he felt his high approaching. You were just a step ahead of him, fingers trembling against your sex, moaning pathetically around the cock that was fucking the back of your throat. Your throat contracting around him, body wracking with sobs as you came, hips bucking into your own touch. The thought that you just came while sucking his dick sent Narumi over the edge. Pulling you off his cock with a ‘pop’ using his grip on your locks as leverage to do so. He was quick to move his hand to his cock. Grinning at the way you loll your tongue out of your mouth, lips parted wide as his hand jerked off his cock. Head thrown back as his hips jerk, fucking his fist, cumming with a loud cry of your name. Eyes rolled back as he paints your lips, face, and tongue with his cum. The phone picks up on the shuddering breaths as he comes down from his high

“Alright, Hoshi” He taunts, using the nickname he knew he hated. “If you’ll excuse me I gotta eat my girl's pussy until she paints my face, hope you liked the show pookie.”

Sticking out his tongue with a raise of his middle finger, he ends the video, sending him the text before tossing his phone to the side. Intending to make good on his words and ignore his phone for the remainder of the evening.

Bonus:

Hoshina’s heavy breaths fill the confined space of his office. In one hand was his phone, eyes glued to the device, watching the way you took Narumi down your throat. The other hand occupied with pumping his own cock. Cheeks painted red, half of him feeling so pathetic to be jerking off to a video that was certainly sent only to show that you could never be his. But on the other hand, surely you both wouldn’t have sent him this if you didn’t want him to watch it. His head was tossed back, biting the collar of his jacket to muffle his cries as he came, cum painting the screen of his phone just as it ended on Narumi’s smug face. Feeling so conflicted, not knowing if he wanted to steal you for himself, or be wedged between you both. He blamed the racing of his heart on the fact that he just came and not on the polarizing feeling blooming in his chest.

“That motherfucker.”

𝕯𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖇𝖞 @/𝖈𝖆𝖋𝖊𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖊 & @/𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖐𝖆-𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖘.

��𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @pixelcafe-network @interstellar-inn @littleplantfreak @maruflix @umemiaa @stunies @eevees-hobbies @143-ilyuu @uzxotic @princesstiti14 (𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙/𝖉𝖒/𝖆𝖘𝖐 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖘) (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

[biolumien]

Saw some of your Hoshina Fics and it was stellar! Absolutely fucking amazing. You don’t know how damn happy I am to see Kaiju No.8 on my page. Your writing is phenomenal.

With that in mind, would it be possible to get another Hoshina request in? Preferably a Hurt/Comfort scenario. Maybe they’d have argued or something and they’re forced to actually confront each other’s insecurities. Because we like flawed adults going through their issues ✨together✨

If you’d like a more solidified vibe, try listening to Unsweetened Lemonade by Amélie Farren. It might give you some ideas!

I hope you have a wonderful day ahead of you!! :DD

notes: thank you so much for ur kind words ;-;; wahh... i love angst,... and functional relationships.... which is why i always write relationships on the verge of collapse... also thank you for the song rec!

hemming and hawing

soshiro hoshina x gn!reader theres a bit of drinking, but nothing extreme. word count: 1834

hoshina isn’t really good at communicating. for being the vice captain of a squadron of elite soldiers, where communication was often the difference between life and death–he’s really fucking bad at communication–or at least, the kind that requires you to be personal with other people.

he’s been ignoring you for days.

you’re not even sure why, at this point. you’d thought whatever relationship you were kindling was going fine, right? you weren’t exactly sure where the two of you stood, but you liked each other plenty, right? right? 

right?

so why was hoshina ignoring you? why did he sit so far away, make constant excuses to get up and leave? what the fuck was wrong with him? every time you’d grabbed him to talk–oftentimes having to physically hold him by the arm, because he’d often keep trying to walk away from you–he’d respond with one-word answers, not quite looking at you. you’d sit at your desk, so restless that your leg would bang against the underside of the table just wondering what the fuck was wrong with him. 

were his feelings a fluke?

hell, were yours?

what the fuck had you done wrong?

had you done something wrong? had you overstepped a boundary somewhere? but then again, how could you have? how could you have overstepped a boundary if he never made clear what his boundaries were? were you insane? what the fuck were you doing? or maybe the better question to ask is was soshiro hoshina worth this amount of hemming and hawing? was it worth it to lose your mind over his stupid face, when you saw him laugh at something okonogi said, or exchange quips with ashiro? was it worth it, when you knew he used to make the same faces towards you, used to look at you with something like measured affection behind his eyes–

you slam your head so hard against your desk that you can feel it starting to bruise.

no. no matter what, you were losing your mind over soshiro hoshina, damn him! damn him!

it keeps going on like this for a couple days–you try to talk to hoshina, he shrugs you off faster than any competent sentence you could possibly string together can form, and he leaves. the rest of the third division seems to notice, too–you’ve noticed twice in a row okonogi giving you a worried look. it wasn’t a hidden secret or anything that you and hoshina got along quite well, so if even okonogi was giving you a weird look…

you’d shrug, simply, give her a smile, and ignore the raging tire fire burning under your skin.

the next time you get a moment with hoshina is during a celebration party following a successful mission. you pour yourself a healthy glass of the strongest alcohol you can manage, and chug down the entire thing in one gulp, wiping your mouth inelegantly with your sleeve. and then out of the corner of your eye–

hoshina’s watching you with a half-interested look–a look more interested and engaged with you than any other time in the past few weeks–and you think the sight of that makes you angrier–so unbelievably angry, paired with new fire from alcohol underneath. 

you turn to grab hoshina by the collar, glaring up at him–

“hey, now,” hoshina says with a light laugh. “had a little too much to drink, darling?”

darling.

oh, this fucking jackass–you think you almost see red, your teeth grinding together, and you can almost feel your lips peeling back in the facsimile of a snarl. 

“you don’t get to call me that,” you whisper, voice shaking with anger, “not after you’ve fucking blown me off for weeks, soshiro.”

hoshina’s crimson eyes open a little more, staring down at you, right where your hand tightens against his shirt. you’re lucky that the hubbub of the party is keeping everyone from staring at you, which you’re furtively grateful for. you think, that maybe you see hurt reflected in his eyes, but that’s fucking ridiculous. why does he deserve to hurt? he’s the one who fucking blew you off, who didn’t talk to you for weeks despite the two of you clearly reciprocating feelings. what did he have to hurt over? 

“i’m sorry,” hoshina mutters, and he leans forward–

“don’t fucking TOUCH me!”

your voice is louder than you’d like, and that gets a couple eyes on you.

your face feels red, and you drop hoshina’s shirt. hoshina’s eyes are still watching you, his gaze unreadable for a moment before he turns to the eyes watching you, a warm smile–a clear facade, loud and clear to you, but imperceptible to most others. you know hoshina, now–you’d watched him, studied him with intensity. he couldn’t hide from you, even if he wanted to. which made the fact he’d spent weeks ignoring you more infuriating–which made this current facade, a pretending thing–so much more infuriating.

“sorry, everyone,” hoshina says. “seems like our lovely engineer here might’ve had a little too much to drink. come on, i’ll walk you back.” he looks back down at you.

his eyes have that same strange hurt still reflected in his eyes.

something about it tears your heart across unevenly. 

“okay,” you say stupidly, and you let hoshina handle your body, swing your arm over his shoulder as he pulls you up. 

the walk back sobers you up just enough–enough to realize that you’re absolutely fucking mortified–did you seriously grab him? but the better question was why didn’t he stop you? why had he just let you yell at him? why had he looked at you like that, with hurt and something like pity in his eyes? and you couldn’t even figure out what you were more mad at–

could he have done it because he thought he deserved it? 

hoshina opens up the door to your dormitory, letting you make your way to your bed. you slumped down, pressing your back against where your bed met the wall. 

“i’ll leave you alone,” hoshina murmurs. “get some rest.”

you’re angry again, upon hearing him say that. how could a guy like him push your buttons so easily? 

“so you’re just going to leave again?” you snap. “how the fuck is that fair? that’s all you’ve been fucking doing, leaving me even though all i want is to talk.  i thought you liked me!”

you hate how your voice cracks at the end, and you raise up your legs to hug them to your chest. “i thought you fucking liked me,” you whisper. “and you won’t let me talk to you, won’t let me get close–what the fuck was the point of saying you loved me if this is what you’re going to do? it’d be so much less cruel to break my heat, just say no…”

hoshina’s silent.

way too silent.

“i’m sorry,” hoshina says, and he leans down, drops on the bed next to you–the bed sags beneath his weight, and he raises a hand to touch where your hand hugs your knees to your chest–but you move away. you hate the way you almost relish in the way he seems hurt, but he places his hand between the two of you, a mediating bridge. “you can hit me, if you want.”

“what?”

you stare at him, your gaze incredulous. 

hoshina’s gaze is painfully soft, mixed with that strange pity. as if he deserves this.

“i’d deserve it,” hoshina murmurs. “i’m sorry.”

“i’m not going to hit you!” you say. “what would the point of that be? to prove yourself that you don’t deserve love? to prove to yourself you weren’t good enough? even though this is all your fault–”

hoshina’s gaze flickers at your words.

“that’s it, isn’t it? all part of your weird complex where you deny yourself things that you want!” you lean forward, reaching out to grasp him by the shirt. “so i was just fucking collateral damage to you?” you tumble for a moment, pushing him flat onto his back. he looks up at you, his lips parted for a moment. you feel your grip shaking for a moment, and your vision grows blurry– your eyes burn with tears as you shake. “i told you i knew what i wanted, you fucking idiot! i wanted you! i still want you!”

through blurred vision, you can see your tears dripping onto hoshina’s face–and hoshina just watches.

“i don’t care if you don’t think you’re not good enough,” you say through a choked sob. “you’ve always been more than good enough to me. do you get that? no, actually. you didn’t–because if you did you would have just talked to me like a normal fucking person!” you laugh desperately, crazily, almost–you feel fucking crazed. “and i’ve been driving myself mad! because of you!”

hoshina raises a hand to touch your cheek.

“take some fucking responsibility,” you rasp, tugging at his shirt. “take some responsibility for this! for what you’ve done to me!”

what a horrible thing love was.

your heart feels like it’s on fire, burned and scorched earth.

“i’m sorry,” hoshina repeats, simply. “you’re right.”

he leans up to press his forehead against yours, and you tremble.

“i was scared,” hoshina whispers. “that the things i’d said to kafka and the others–that you’d never know when you’d lose the people you love–that it’d come true. i was determined to shut myself out–make myself unknown again. i couldn’t–cross the boundary. to let myself have love. or anything like it. not from you.”

he sighs, gently nudging you to let him up. he leans close to you, presses his head against the wall to watch you. his gaze–this exact gaze, you’ve missed it. missed the way he watched you, with brimming fondness–and yet here you can see so clearly that there’s desperate pain in his eyes–bubbling and brimming just underneath the surface.

“i was struck by how much i wanted it. love. you. all of this. and i was scared because it could all just disappear so quickly,” hoshina continues. his hand touches your face, and you let that calloused touch, the familiar touch against your cheekbone, the bridge of your nose, your upper lip. “i didn’t–want to lose it. so i figured i could’ve just been happy with a little.”

“you fucking idiot,” you whisper in venomous response.

“yeah.” hoshina doesn’t deny it.

“i’ll give it to you,” you respond. “love. no matter how much you think you don’t deserve it. you don’t even have to ask.”

when hoshina looks at you again, he seems almost fractured at the possibility of it.

“i know,” he murmurs. 

“i love you,” you say, and your voice trembles for a moment. “you fucking awful piece of shit.”

hoshina laughs weakly.

“i deserve that,” he murmurs. “but i love you. i promise i do.”

you shake your head. 

“i know that,” you say. you reach out a hand to touch his face, and you can feel the smile forming on his face.

“okay,” he murmurs. “okay.”

[fairy-writes]

Heyyy, same anon who asked about Kaiju no. 8, so here am i requesting as soon as you added them😁

Can i ask for 4. with Narumi?

DON’T LEAVE ME

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Prompt: “Don’t leave me. Please.”

Fandom(s): Kaiju No. 8

Pairing(s): Narumi Gen x Reader

Word Count: 0.7k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Angst, Pre-Established Relationships, Gore, Nicknames (Princess)

Notes: I was very tempted to make this a breakup oneshot, but I refrained because that seemed a bit cliché for this prompt. Don’t worry! I have a couple of breakup fics in the works for you angst-obsessed psychos like myself, lol.

I AM WOEFULLY BEHIND ON THE MANGA, SO PLS, NO SPOILERS IF I GET ANYTHING WRONG

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Even after all these years as a Defense Force officer, never did you think you’d be hurt this badly. 

You can’t feel your legs, which isn’t good. You had actually muted the AI in your ear that was listing off your injuries because you couldn’t afford to lose focus. 

The kaiju in front of you is giant, not quite honju size, but it’s close. Its breath is rancid, making your eyes water with the odor of rotting flesh as it exhales and its breath wafts out over your prone body. You could practically see the clouds of stink emanating from its mouth, and the bits of human flesh stuck between its fangs aren’t doing you any favors. 

As the kaiju grew closer, your stomach sank. Trying to scoot away, much less get up and run, was futile. That much was obvious. Perhaps you should’ve listened to your AI when you were initially injured…

Were you going to die here?

The ground shook beneath you and rattled your teeth in your head as the kaiju took a lumbering step. It was then that you heard something. 

Just on the edge of your hearing. 

Was that…?

“DUCK!” Gen bellowed, and you instinctively hit the deck, nearly cracking your jaw against the concrete as you covered your head and curled up as best you could. Gen blasted the kaiju to pieces with his massive weapon, which you always teased was overkill. 

Almost as soon as he pulled the trigger, it was as if the kaiju combusted from the inside out. Ooze and ichor splashed over your body, though luckily, you were clothed from the neck down in your suit, and your arms mostly covered your head. Your legs were still numb, even as flesh and gore from the monster pelted you in chunks; you couldn’t feel anything from the waist down. 

“—ncess! Hey!” Gen called, and you heard the clatter of his bayonet falling to the ground as he hit his knees and skidded to your side. Globs of goop and flesh were brushed off your body, and he turned you onto your back. Which, in hindsight, wasn’t the best idea. But you couldn’t fault him for it. You were just happy to see him. 

“Hey, Gen.” You wheeze, and he offers you that crooked grin you love so much. 

“Hey, princess. You weren’t answering your comm.” He said, and you grunted in pain as he brushed a bruise on the side of your head. 

“The AI got too annoying. Broken this, bruised that, blah, blah, blah.” You complained, and even as you spoke, you could tell he was getting worried. He didn’t outright say it, but you had been dating for years and known each other for longer. 

That was one of the perks of growing up as childhood sweethearts. 

Gen put a finger to his ear where his earpiece was and waited before cursing.

“Shit, we’re in a dead zone. I gotta get you a medic. Sit tight. I’ll be right back.” He said, moving you as gently as possible so you were propped up against some rubble, and he put your gun in your hand. 

A jolt of panic shot through your body as he got up to leave. 

You couldn’t be left alone. 

Something was going to go horribly wrong if you did.

You lurched and grabbed his ankle, nearly sending him to the ground. 

“—the hell?! Princess, you have to let go!” He said and turned back to look at you.

“Don’t leave me. Please.” You begged, and he rolled his eyes. 

“I can’t move you too much, or else you’ll get worse. Give me five minutes tops!” He soothed, and you gnawed on the inside of your cheek. 

Gen, practically able to sense your worry, crouched and kissed you on the mouth. He tasted like sweat and salt and exhaustion. 

“Five minutes. I promise.” He said, and you finally relented. 

It was just five minutes. What could go wrong?

As soon as Gen left, sprinting away with his bayonet to get some help, that awful feeling returned. 

And it only amplified as a tall, spindly, pale being rounded the corner and set its beady eyes on you. 

A kaiju?

It raised a bony finger, and you could see the air start to shimmer…

Before there was a “pop!” everything went black.

[mechazushi]

Kafka Hibino

Kafka Hibino.... with visible salt and pepper side burns.

Kafka Hibino.... wearing glasses and has salt and pepper side burns.

Kafka HIbino.... in that black turtleneck and a dark brown leather jacket and also wearing glasses and has salt and pepper side burns.

Kafka Hibino.... wearing that outfit and is an Animal Biology Professor in an College Au.

Kafka Hibino..... asking out Hoshina who is an Advanced Mathematics Professor working at the same college, to have an after-work drink with him.

Slightly DRUNK Kafka Hibino... becoming very forward with an also slightly drunk Hoshina

Slightly Drunk Hoshina... immediately matching Kafka's freak tenfold and Kafka is very much fine with this.

[otomiyaa]

Nim's Lovely Tickletober 

31 Tickle Drabbles in October 🧡

Hi all! This will be the post where I'll eventually collect my Tickletober fics in a masterlist, starting tomorrow! I'll be using the #lovelytickletober list made by @lovelynim.

The plan is to write tickle drabbles for each day, pairings/fandoms were chosen by yours truly for maximized self-indulgence but hopefully there'll be something that you guys can enjoy with me💕

I'll do something I didn't do last time which is announcing my pairings before publishing the fics👇 This because for most I've got the ideas and outlines pretty much done so I want to make it difficult for myself to change my mind at the last minute!

LINK TO AO3 COLLECTION

Day 1: “Ready?” - Lee!Chigiri x Ler!Kunigami (Blue Lock)

Day 2: Accident - Lee!Chilchuck x Ler!Senshi (Dungeon Meshi)

Day 3: Cleaning - Switches!Hoshina x Kafka (Kaiju No. 8)

Day 4: Upside down - Lee!Loid x Ler!Yor (SPY x FAMILY)

Day 5: (Un)tie - Lee!Yuri x Ler!Otabek (Yuri On Ice)

Day 6: Order - Lee!Kuroo x Ler!Tsukishima (Haikyuu)

Day 7: Teaching - Lee!Solomon x Ler!Beelzebub (Obey Me)

Day 8: Exposed body part - Lee!Boothill x Ler!Argenti (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 9: Dance - Lee!Adachi x Ler!Kurosawa (Cherry Magic)

Day 10: In secret - Lee!Henry x Ler!Alex (Red, White & Royal Blue)

Day 11: Noise - Switches!Ed x Winry (FMA Brotherhood)

Day 12: Wall - Switches!Clark x Lois (My Adventures with Superman)

Day 13: Alone - Lee!Kaveh x Ler!Alhaitham (Genshin Impact)

Day 14: High - Lee!Hachi x Ler!Nana (Nana)

Day 15: Faking it - Lee!Hisashi x Ler!Mao (Tasogare Outfocus)

Day 16: Doctor - Lee!Sawyer x LerJack (LOST)

Day 17: Underwater - Lee!Xiao x Ler!Aether (Genshin Impact)

Day 18: Clothes - Lee!Deku x Ler!Bakugou (BNHA)

Day 19: Make up - Lee!Gepard x Ler!Sampo (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 20: Posing - Lee!Lyney x Ler!Wriothesley (Genshin Impact)

Day 21: Singing - Lee!Dan Heng x Ler!Caelus (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 22: Cheating - Lee!Miyamura x Ler!Hori (Horimiya)

Day 23: Money - Lee!Jinshi x Ler!Maomao (The Apothecary Diaries)

Day 24: Bully - Lee!Reader x Ler!Sylus (Love and Deepspace)

Day 25: “No.” - Lee!Wade x Ler!Colossus (Deadpool)

Day 26: Timer - Lee!Aventurine x Ler!Ratio (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 27: Picky - Lee!Cherry x Ler!Joe (SK8 the Infinity)

Day 28: “The number you have dialed…” - Lee!Takeda x Ler!Ukai (Haikyuu)

Day 29: Help - Lee!Moze x Ler!Jiaoqiu (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 30: Magic - Lee!Frieren x Ler!Himmel (Sousou no Frieren)

Day 31: Rest - Lee!Narumi x Ler!Hirotaka (Wotakoi)

[totallybakedcake]

Rainy days~

You have a particular fondness for rainy days. Not because for some reason that would be no kaiju attacks those actually because Leno, your beloved would spend the day with you.

As the rain drops started to fall down, meaning an early departure from training or rather cause you would spend the whole day with Leno. As you were fantasizing about what you would do with Leno. Iharu had to ruin the damn moment as he smirked and whispered, "Aw~ gonna spend the day with boyfie~ oo I see name turning into a tomato!" Turning around, you smacked Iharu as hard as you could before stuttering out " I-I-I Iharu stop butchering nonsense you moron. I am leaving." You ran as fast as you could to your and Leno's shared apartment, hearing Iharu screamed profanities at you.

Till the time you have reached the front door. You were soaked from head to toe. Shivering from the coldness, you rang the door bell and their he was. Leno, donning an oversized shirt and relax pants. He brows furrow looking at before speaking in a sort of angry tone "Goodness name, you are drenched, sweetheart. You could've called me to pick you up."

Grabbing you in a hurry, he slams the door shut. Quickly he took you to the bedroom grabbing two towels. One for you along with your hair "Go quickly; change up; you might get a cold." He gives you a peck on the lips before exiting the room.

When Leno was blow drying your hair and you were eating his delicious ramen, you couldn't help but laugh every passing minute. The way you were enjoying every moment with him made him crack a big smile. Was it even possibly true for someone like him to deserve someone as wonderful as you? " All done darling."

When you opened your arms for a hug, he grinned. He leaned in to give you a light kiss on the lips before encircling his arms around your frame. He came even closer and kissed you more passionately. Carefully lifting you up, he took you to the bedroom not breaking the kiss the once. As he sat down, he cradled your face in his arms. It was a very passionate kiss as none of you wanted to break out of it. After a few minutes, you both gasped for breath as you eventually broke the kiss.

Leno's arms grew closer and more tighter around you as you leaned deeper into his embrace. Coming close to his neck you murmured, "Leno thank you so so much. I love you though I never say that. More than anyone in the world I love you. You truly are the best boyfriend ever." Your words were genuine compliments to Leno, he just was being himself with you and just letting you see his soft side, he smiled once again whispering, " I love more than myself name. You are the world to me." Another kiss from him. He gently placed you on the bed. Laying beside you as he pulled the blanket over him and you. You went into his embrace again as his arms tighten around you. You fell asleep as Leno massaged your scalp. After a while Leno too joined you in your slumber.

There is a CRMINAL lack of Leno/ Reno fics like he is one of my favourite male characters in kaiju no 8. Just writing for him was so fun! Also, thanks to anyone who liked my post other kaiju 8 post I felt so so overjoyed seeing people like my post. So thank you! While writing this I got another idea for kn8 gonna start working on that asap.

Have a great day<3

[lees-chaotic-brain]

requests for gaza

hi all!! i decided to join @ficsforgaza's fundraiser, so going forward i will be accepting requests in exchange for donations to one of these charities for gaza. please read this post for the rest of the rules and guidelines.

clarifications

-> any requests i have received up to this point will not be impacted by this change, seeing as they were sent before it was implemented

-> blurbs, headcannons, or little ideas are welcomed and encouraged, and do not require a donation!! i will happily respond to little asks like this or this for fun. i love talking to you guys!!

-> all prices are in usd, so an equivalent amount in your currency is fine as well!

-> if you would like to send in a request and are unable to donate, feel free to!! i will just be adding it to my sponsor a wip post for someone else to sponsor.

how it works

-> first of all go check out the main post here because i'm sure it will explain it a lot better than i do!

-> to send in a request, please check and make sure it abides by my rules (they can be found in the guidelines section at the bottom)

-> once you have done that, please send it in with proof of your donation in the required amount (varies based on the type of request)

-> all donations must go to one of these organizations

options/prices

-> i will accept requests for all jjk, haikyuu, bhna, and aot characters, as well as hoshina soshiro from kaiju no. 8

-> request with no specified length/type...........................................................................$5 -this is essentially you allowing me to choose the length

-> drabble (100-750 words)...................................................................................................$3

-> short fic (750-1.25k words)...............................................................................................$7

-> fic (1.25k+ words)................................................................................................................$10

guidelines

-> i write for any and all characters from jujutsu kaisen, my hero academia, attack on titan, and haikyuu, as well as hoshina soshiro from kaiju no. 8

-> i do not feel comfortable writing smut, so please do not request it. my writing is suggestive at most

-> please keep it kind! remember, i am just a girl who writes for fun, so let's keep it fun :)

-> you can read the rest of my rules here (optional but appreciated)

requests recieved

҉ jealous oikawa -> no specified fic type/length

i think that's about it, but lmk if there's any confusion or if you think there's anything else i need to add to this post!