#soshiro hoshina kaiju no8

[yue-chan077]

( #KaijuNo8 ) 💜🎂🎉

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Happy Birthday to the coolest Vice Captain... Hoshina 💜✨💜✨💜✨💜

I'm ngl about the fact that he's one of my favorite characters so here I am greeting him for his day 😤👏✨

this man totally gave me fresh start up in anime once more-- imagine being so excited just by watching episodes 😭✨and he's quite precious to me by that alone 🥺✨

I legit have two chibigurumis of him at home--- staring at me as I draw this-🏃✨(squeak)

that's all for today! I seriously cannot finish my other wip so I had to get by with this one 🏃✨ I have one more wip of him wish me to finish it ahshshs-- 😭😭😭✨

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[soshirohoshinasimp]

Cheeky Bastards.

Summary: Your sons, are even more cheekier than your husband (soshiro hoshina)

Word Count :  600

Cheeky Bastards.

That's what Soshiro Hoshina dubbed your two sons. It was hard to deny the resemblance—they were like miniature copies of your husband, complete with his mischievous smile and sharp wit.

But why "Cheeky Bastards"? Even at their tender age of five, they knew exactly how to rile up their father. Whenever Soshiro returned home weary from work, hoping for a moment with you, the boys would demand their mother's attention, leaving him sidelined. It frustrated him to no end.

What really got under his skin was their triumphant smirk whenever they got their way—those moments when they clearly thought, "I win again."

Cheeky Bastards. 

One day, Soshiro decided to have a serious talk with them.

"Boys, listen here," he began, his tone firm as he knelt down to their eye level.

Your sons tilted their heads curiously.

"We need to learn to share, especially Mama's attention," he explained.

They snickered in response, shaking their heads defiantly.

"Why should we, old man?" the older one retorted cheekily.

In a daring move, both boys simultaneously nipped at his shoulder.

"You little shits!" he exclaimed, taken aback.

Their sudden tears caught your attention from the adjacent bedroom you shared with Soshiro.

"Are you alright?" you asked, picking them up, one in each arm.

The younger one whimpered, "Papa yelled..." 

You scolded Soshiro, reminding him how much they disliked raised voices.

"Honey, they fucking bit my shoulder!" he defended himself.

"Watch your language," you chided gently.

As you lectured your husband, your sons' tear-streaked faces broke into identical mischievous grins.

"Cheeky Bastards," Soshiro muttered under his breath.

Days passed, and despite Soshiro's attempts to bond with them, the boys seemed to revel in their little games. They would steal his snacks, hide his belongings, and even mimic his gestures with uncanny accuracy. It was both infuriating and endearing.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting day at work, Soshiro returned home hoping for a quiet moment with you. As he approached you for a hug, the boys intervened, demanding a piggyback ride from their mother instead. Soshiro's heart sank as they giggled gleefully, clinging to you like little monkeys.

Defeated, he slumped onto the couch, resigned to watching a children's cartoon with them while you prepared dinner. But as the evening wore on, something unexpected happened. One of the boys tugged at his sleeve and offered him a half-eaten cookie with a mischievous grin.

"Sorry for being mean…Papa," the younger one said shyly.

"Yeah, sorry, Papa," echoed the older one, holding out his hand to shake.

Soshiro was taken aback. It was the first time they had acknowledged their antics without a trace of defiance.

He tousled their hair affectionately, feeling a surge of warmth despite his earlier frustration.

"It's alright, boys," he said softly. "Just remember, Mama and Papa both love you very much."

The boys exchanged a glance, their mischievous smiles returning for a brief moment before they hugged him tightly.

From then on, while they remained mischievous and full of energy, there was a newfound understanding between Soshiro and his sons. They learned to share Mama's attention more graciously, and Soshiro found himself cherishing those moments when they would climb onto his lap, fangs and all, with that familiar cheeky grin.

"Cheeky Bastards," he would chuckle, a hint of pride in his voice.

Bonus: 

“Did you apologize to your father?” You said to both your boys

“Yes mama!” they said in unison, obediently. 

[hoshiina]

— a guy asks for your number ft. hoshina, narumi, reno

warnings: mentions dick and profanities in hoshina's

[iceclew]

Back from Vienna, and could finally finish this!! ╰(▔∀▔)╯

Part 2 -> here's Part 1

well, SOMEONE (@mechazushi) put our shared braincell to work, so as per usual, I just had to :D

No really, I loved the idea, and it fit so well to what I was going for, so this is for you my mutual kafhoshi simp from the other side of the planet ♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡

Have yourself some very unusual awkward Soshiro being caught in the most embarassing moment in years propably, lol. Maybe that's the reason Soichiro got ghosted in the first place.

[micahssketchbook]

Hoshina with piercings??<3

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

I wonder if anyone was as direct as Kafka was when it came to wanting to reach Hoshina's expectations as a vice-commander.

Everyone there aims for Mina— Kafka does it too, don't get me wrong, but he's specifically aiming for Hoshina with a sense of rival/comrade respect that Hoshina seems to not be very used to.

Even when Hoshina is so respected, you can tell there's a certain feeling there. Like they push him aside in favor of talking about prodigies Mina or Narumi. Yeah yeah, Hoshina is the best with little to medium sized kaijus given his abilities with the blades. Why is that important, tho? If he can't kill a giant kaiju, he's just a soldier.

Kafka is a medium sized kaiju, tho. Narumi and Mina are terrifying, but Hoshina is the freaking devil to Kafka. His major threat.

If you think about it, besides Kafka, kaiju no.10 is the only other person who admires Hoshina to the point of revealing his true potential. Kaiju no.10 is his partner, while Kafka is his mirror. Kafka is not only doing that for Mina, like Hoshina is not only doing that for his older brother— they enjoy being in the Defense Corps, that is a dream come true for them, they have fun killing kaijus.

Kafka and Hoshina walk similar lines with their living kaiju numbered weapons and they are both competing to a place by Mina's side, somehow overlapping their existences.

I think that's why Hoshina cares so much for Kafka. That's a friend he never saw coming, one that he wants to train with, fight wit, compete with. Someone who sees him for what he is.

[zefir-ka04]

[degenerate-1-beauty-1-queen]

I just finished Kaiju No.8 and GOD FUCKING DAMN IM OBSESSED

THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN RIGHT HERE HAS CAPTURED MY HEART

His name is Soshiro Hoshina and he genuinely is so amazing and hottt IM NOT A SIMP I SWEAR-

Now let me go into detail on why he’s so cool (he really is though!)

1. He’s buff asf

2. He’s a cocky and kinda an asshole. Similar to gojo from jjk, expect less in your face and more chill

3. He’s traumatized. All the best men are traumatized and you can’t tell me otherwise lmaooo

4. His main skill is using blades, such as swords and knifes. He looks so hot using them and, this is just a theory, if he can use blades well then who’s not to say he can’t cook?? Like mans would make a great husband frfr

Ok, but seriously, this manga is really underrated in the U.S/U.K. Like the first 6 times I saw it in the book store I walked right past it. It’s super good though, it basically has everything you could want in a manga (relatable main character, comedy, a really badass love interest, angst, kaijus, really sweet friendships, and many hot men (and women! the main love interest is literally the coolest female character I’ve seen in a while)).

It takes a new and refreshing approach on the kaiju genre, which makes for a very enjoyable read. It’s a funny and relatable manga that I and so many others find entertaining.

There’s an anime coming out in 2024, so if you like the manga make sure to keep and eye out for that!

If you like jujutsu kaisen, my hero academia, blue lock, and almost any other action animes and mangas, definitely be sure to check out kaiju no.8. you won’t regret it!

(Side note: sorry to all the jjk/mha/bllk fans I have summoned with the tags. Though y’all really should check it out! You never know if you might like it or not.)

[siesel-other]

fat titty hoshina supremacy 🙏 i am not going to be normal once hes animated itsg

[pin-k-ink]

I would like to thank you for serving the Kaiju no8 fandom the smut we need

Your work is clearly appreciated 💓💓

twilight // hoshina soshiro

tw ⇢ semi public sex, biting, dry humping, mutual masturbation, nipple play, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk

wc ⇢ 2.7k

a/n: a little gift for you for your lovely little message, nonnie <3

You awoke with a start, instantly aware of the empty space beside you where Soshiro's warmth should have been.

Blinking the bleariness from your eyes, you reached out to press your palm against the rumpled sheets. The distinct chill told you he'd been gone for some time now. You knew exactly where he'd be at this hour - the training room, relentlessly pushing himself as usual.

Most nights you let him have that solitary ritual, the steady thrum of his sword cutting through the air oddly soothing background noise to lull you back to sleep. But tonight, a different kind of ache tugged insistently at you.

It had been too long since you'd properly welcomed the explosive energy he always carried back to your shared quarters after these late practices. Too long since you'd peeled away those sweat-dampened training clothes and mapped every hard plane and ridge of his body with hungry hands and mouth.

You bit your lip, already able to vividly picture the way those powerful muscles would flex and bunch as he moved with that lethal grace. How his intense eyes would nearly smolder right through you when you finally had him at your mercy.

A restless shiver cascaded down your spine as arousal began to thrum hotly in your veins. With a huff, you shoved back the covers, unable to simply roll over and ignore the steady throb of need any longer. You were going to that training room and getting reacquainted with your boyfriend properly.

Snagging one of Soshiro's discarded shirts, you shrugged it on - the fabric barely skimming your thighs and carrying his musky, familiar scent. By the time you padded out into the corridor, heading towards the muffled sounds of exertion, desire had you hanging on by a thread already.

The rhythmic clang of steel meeting reinforced targets grew louder as you approached the training room. You peeked around the doorway, breath catching at the sight that awaited you.

There was Soshiro, his muscular frame glistening with exertion as he flowed through an intricate pattern dance - sword whirling in those calloused hands with mesmerizing precision. The snug compression shirt he wore left little to the imagination, sheening with perspiration and practically molded to every cut and swell of his physique.

You swallowed hard, roving eyes devouring the display of athletic power and control as a fresh surge of liquid heat flooded your veins. The man was like a living weapon - undeniably lethal yet almost hypnotically graceful even in combat.

Soshiro pivoted sharply on his heel, finally catching sight of you hovering in the entrance. His blade stilled but his surprised expression quickly melted into one of those infuriatingly attractive smirks.

"Well, well..." He drawled, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he boldly dragged his gaze over your scantily clad form. "Isn't this a pleasant surprise? You're up awfully early, gorgeous."

You shot him a half-hearted glare, even as thrills of desire sparked low in your belly at the dark timbre of his voice and the blatant appreciation flickering in those intense eyes. "You're one to talk. Don't you ever sleep?"

Soshiro chuckled, low and rough in a way that had your pulse kicking up another notch. He crossed the room in a few powerful strides, carelessly discarding his sword as he closed the distance between you.

"You know me," he rumbled, slinging an arm around your waist and tugging you flush against the scorching heat of his body. You bit back a whimper at the solid wall of muscle pinning you in place. "I need my...extra-curricular activities to burn off some energy."

His free hand toyed dangerously with the hem of the over-sized shirt you wore - his shirt, you realized with a shiver as his nose brushed the sensitive shell of your ear.

"Although," he murmured, hot breath fanning over your skin, "I have to say, this little outfit is pretty inspiring in its own right."

You forgot how to breathe for a moment as he leaned back just enough to rake you with one of those smoldering looks - the ones that never failed to dissolve your bones into molten desire. His hands skated higher, bunching the borrowed fabric around your thighs as he rutted his hardening cock against you with a low groan.

"Maybe I've got some energy to spare after all..."

Soshiro captured your lips in a slow, smoldering kiss that instantly banished any thoughts of gentle apologies. There was an almost bruising intensity to the way his mouth moved over yours - like a man suffering from decades of deprivation finally allowed a single, soul-quenching drought of water.

When you finally parted for air, his eyes had gone molten - pupils blown wide with naked hunger as they roamed greedily over your disheveled, flushed appearance. A rough thumb traced the swell of your lower lip, rubbing lightly over where he'd nipped and suckled until you were certain it would be swollen and glistening.

"How many nights has it been since I've tasted you properly?" he rasped, the deep timbre reverberating through you in delicious waves. It wasn't a question meant for an answer as his calloused palms hungrily mapped the exposed curves left tantalizingly bare beneath his oversized shirt. "Too damn many."

You shivered at the undisguised want, the blatant possession in his touch as he hauled you flush against the solid wall of his frame once more. His hips canted with purpose, leaving you aware of every rigid inch of his cock grinding deliciously against you through the scant barriers of your clothing.

"I'm not going to last much longer without having you wrapped around me," Soshiro growled against the thundering pulse at your throat. His sharp canines scraped over your overheated skin in clear promise. "Nights like these, I can barely fucking think about anything other than splitting you wide open on my cock and watching you come undone."

You whimpered at the bold crudity of his words, knees threatening to buckle at the mental images they invoked. Soshiro rumbled out a low, satisfied chuckle at the full-body shudder that lanced through you - entirely aware of the effect his filthy bedroom tone had.

"That's it, gorgeous..." He purred, snapping his hips in a slow, deliberate grind that robbed the breath from your lungs. "Let me remind you properly just how much I crave having you all to myself."

With that, he sealed his searingly hot mouth over yours once more, swallowing your desperate little noises as he proceeded to make good on those deliciously wicked promises.

Soshiro's smoldering gaze held yours as his calloused hands roamed over the tempting curves hugged by that oversized shirt. "You just couldn't resist wearing my clothes, could you?" he rumbled, voice already deepened with want.

You shivered at the pure sin dripping from his tone, feeling a fresh gush of arousal. "I missed the way you smell," you murmured, breathless.

One dark brow quirked up as he tugged lightly on the hem, letting it ride up tantalizingly over your thighs. "Is that all you were missing, gorgeous?"

The heat in his stare pierced you as his knuckles trailed higher, higher, until his finger was suddenly brushing right against your damp folds. "Fuck..." he growled out a curse, "You aren't wearing any panties, naughty girl."

You bit your lip, suddenly shy despite the fact that your state of undress was blatantly obvious. Soshiro's eyes flashed, a feral grin slowly spreading over his features.

"You're killing me here..." He slid both hands beneath the bunched fabric, palms mapping the sultry vee of your legs as his hot breath fanned over your bare skin. "But I'm not complaining."

With that, he dipped lower, pressing scorching openmouthed kisses along your inner thighs and working his way inward. You clutched at his shoulders, knees threatening to buckle as he gradually sank down before you. He ducked his head beneath the shirt's fabric, and you braced yourself against the solid wall behind you as the first electrifying stroke of his flattened tongue met your slickened folds.

Your moan echoed off the walls as Soshiro eagerly lapped up the evidence of your arousal, hands gripping your hips in a vice as his tongue delved deeper. He ate at you like a man starved, sucking and teasing and coaxing more of those desperate little noises from your lips.

You threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging him closer and arching into his mouth, chasing the delicious sensations as his talented tongue drove you towards the edge. He groaned against your soaked folds, sending vibrations skittering over your nerves and nearly pushing you over the edge.

"That's it, gorgeous. Ride my face. Just like that..." His raspy timbre was muffled but the encouragement was clear enough. You rocked shamelessly into his mouth, crying out as he sealed his lips around your clit and suckled just so—

With a hoarse shout, you crested, entire body going taut as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Soshiro growled his approval, drawing it out as he lapped up the obscene gush of fluid coating his tongue. When you finally began to come down, he rose to his feet and captured your trembling lips in a searing kiss.

"I'll never get tired of making you squirt like that ," he purred against your mouth, tongue flicking out to savor the evidence still lingering on his lips. You couldn't help but whimper, fresh sparks of arousal igniting low in your belly at the raw intimacy in the act.

Soshiro smirked, a dark gleam of satisfaction shining in his eyes as his hands roamed the planes of your body. "Still, as much as I'd love to keep tasting you all night," he rumbled, the low timbre doing absolutely wicked things to your over-stimulated senses, "I really, really need to bury myself in that tight little pussy. Right. Now."

Your breath caught at the blatant, unabashed lust in his gaze, and you felt another rush of molten heat flooding your veins. His dark eyes pinned you in place, devouring you with a heated stare as he reached down to deftly unlace his pants and pull his erection free.

The thick length sprang forward, already impossibly hard and jutting proudly from his hips. He curled a palm around the base, giving himself a firm stroke and swiping his thumb through the pearlescent droplet of precum beading at the tip.

"See what you do to me?" Soshiro growled, smearing the glistening trail of moisture across the flushed, velvety head. You whimpered, transfixed by the lewd display and wanting nothing more than to lap up the salty essence with your tongue.

His free hand shot out, seizing your chin and forcing your gaze back to his. "Don't you dare look away," he rasped, the sharp order making you squirm against him. His intense eyes never strayed from yours as he stroked himself again, a rough curse falling from his lips.

You licked your lips, unable to tear your gaze away as the slick sound of his pumping fist filled the air. Your pulse raced, desire pounding hot and heavy in your blood as you watched his broad chest heave with exertion and pleasure, watched the play of muscles as his free hand clenched and flexed.

"Fuck, I'm not going to last if you keep looking at me like that," he growled, slowing the pace of his strokes as he tried to regain some measure of control. "Touch yourself, baby. Let me watch."

Heat bloomed across your cheeks, the thrill of exhibitionism and Soshiro's commanding tone combining to leave you utterly helpless against his whims. With a whimper, you trailed a trembling hand over your breasts, tweaking your pebbled nipple as you imagined it was his hot mouth.

"That's it, gorgeous. Make yourself nice and ready for me."

You bit your lip, sliding your other hand down and spreading your folds with slickened fingers. Soshiro let out a harsh groan as he watched, his strokes speeding up once more. The sight was almost enough to send you over the edge again - Soshiro, fully clothed, jerking his cock with that wild, unrestrained expression as he stared at you with molten eyes.

"Oh, fuck yes...just like that," he rasped, the rhythm of his pumping fist becoming frantic. You circled your clit, unable to stop the broken moans and pleading sounds falling from your lips.

"S-Soshiro, I need—"

"I know, baby," he groaned, biting his lip as his eyes raked over you hungrily. "I need it too. So fucking bad. C'mere."

You didn't even have time to react before he hauled you against him, lifting you with those powerful arms and pinning you to the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist of their own accord, a breathless gasp leaving you at the feel of his rigid length pressed between your thighs.

Soshiro's eyes flashed, dark and hungry, and he captured your lips in a searing kiss. There was a brief fumbling and a shift of hips, and then you were both groaning as he suddenly thrust home, sinking into your core in one fluid motion.

You threw your head back, breaking the kiss to cry out at the overwhelming stretch as your body adjusted to his size. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, fangs grazing over the sensitive flesh as he fought for control.

"Damn, you're fucking soaked tonight. You feel fucking incredible," he rasped, hands clutching your hips in a death grip. He began to move, the slow drag of his cock setting every nerve alight as he bottomed out with every thrust. "So. Fucking. Good."

You could only keen, mind blanking as he found a deep, steady rhythm that had your toes curling. You gripped his shoulders for dear life, his ragged, guttural praise washing over you as he took you right there, against the wall, still fully clothed.

"Gods, I've missed this," Soshiro panted, slamming his hips forward and wrenching a choked sob from your throat. "I can't—fuck, I can't think straight when you're around."

His teeth clamped down on your shoulder, a feral snarl rising up from his chest. "Was gonna finish training early to- to wake you up with my tongue in that sweet pussy," he ground out, punctuating the crude confession with another sharp snap of his hips. "But you just had to come in here, looking like a fucking wet dream and- nnghh, wearing my shirt."

You moaned at the carnal picture he painted, at the raw possessiveness dripping from his voice. Soshiro rutted against you, driving himself deep and bottoming out with a harsh grunt. His breath came in ragged gasps, the telltale tightening in your core signaling that you were both teetering on the edge.

"Can't get enough," he snarled, pistoning his hips at a brutal pace that left you seeing stars. "Not of this, not of you, not ever—f-fuck, fuck—"

His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as he lost himself in his frenzied thrusts. Your climax crashed over you, drowning out all rational thought as pleasure washed over you in dizzying waves. Soshiro's hoarse shout echoed around the empty room as he buried himself to the hilt, warmth flooding your core as his release hit him in shuddering, violent spasms.

When the aftershocks finally tapered off, the two of you slumped against the wall, spent and boneless. You leaned heavily into Soshiro's broad chest, head nestled against his shoulder as the pair of you struggled to catch your breath.

After several long moments, his hands found their way into your hair, gently tipping your head back until you met his gaze. Soshiro's intense eyes shone with a rare tenderness as he pressed a soft kiss to your swollen lips.

"Hey," he murmured, the affectionate smile curling his mouth doing dangerous things to your already weakened heart. "Let's get you back to bed, beautiful."

You nodded, letting him scoop you up into his arms. The journey back to your shared quarters passed by in a blur, the warm, contented haze of post-coital bliss enveloping you in a bubble of serenity.

By the time Soshiro laid you gently back into bed, tucking the covers around you, the world had tilted on its axis and settled into its new orientation. It was clear neither of you were meant for sleep anytime soon, the pair of you instead passing the next few hours tangled in the sheets together, with Soshiro lazily fingering his cum back into your spent core and whispering filthy promises in your ear.

But you weren’t complaining.

[yue-chan077]

(#KaijuNo8 )

Vice Captain on his Free time ✨⚔️

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I seriously love the tiny detail of his dual blades still hung around his waist even on his off duty attire 😭👌 I think that's just plain cute- help me 🏃✨

And ! I'm finally back with a Kaiju No 8 Content -! Ayoooo~~

I really am on a roll on sketching him recently! 👀✨ today is just a little speedy rkgk-ish rather than my full render ones~ cause I had to do a few art done ! 😭👌

that's all for today! I seriously cannot finish my other wip so I had to get by with this one 🏃✨ I wanna draw him properly with his eyes closed again for the next one aaaaa 😭😭😭✨

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[soshirohoshinasimp]

"Make sure you eat, honey"

Note: I’M BACK!! Writer's block punched me so hard and depression literally grilled me alive. Sorry for leaving for so long yall. 

Thanks for all the support and my 40+ followers! CRAZY how I started this only three weeks ago!

Anyways! I made a short drabble from my first request! AhhH! Thank you so much!

Summary: Your boyfriend, Soshiro Hoshina, caught you not eating.. Again

Word Count :  445 

In the dimly lit office of the third division's weapon design lab, you were fully absorbed in your task—Your focus was on tweaking bullet designs for greater range and explosive impact, better for quicker kaiju elimination.

Soshiro Hoshina, your caring boyfriend, often dropped by your office to check on you, especially when he sensed you were neglecting your well-being. Today was no exception. As you busily tinkered with diagrams and prototypes, he leaned against the doorframe, concern etched on his face.

“Darlin’, have you eaten anything today?” Soshiro's voice was gentle yet insistent, knowing your tendency to skip meals when deeply immersed in work.

You glanced up briefly, nodding absentmindedly. "Yeah," you replied, feeling a pang of guilt for not being entirely truthful. In reality, you hadn’t had a proper meal in nearly two days, consumed by the urgency of your designs.

Soshiro crossed the room and surveyed your cluttered workspace with a sigh. "What did you eat?" he asked softly, knowing your evasiveness when it came to self-care.

You hesitated, avoiding his gaze. “ Uh… I forgot" you murmured, hoping he wouldn’t press further.

A flicker of frustration crossed his face, quickly replaced by concern. "I keep telling you to take care of yourself," he said gently, his worry evident in his voice.

"I know, I’m sorry. I just need to finish this," you apologized, trying to reassure him while staying focused on your task.

He left quietly, and you resumed your work, the weight of his concern lingering in the air. Twenty minutes later, a gentle knock on the door interrupted your concentration. Soshiro stood there with a takeout container in hand.

"It's okay," you started to protest, feeling a mix of gratitude and reluctance, but he cut you off. "Shut up," he said firmly, placing the food on your desk and grabbing a spoon.

Reluctantly, you allowed him to feed you as you continued working. Spoonful by spoonful, he made sure you ate, his actions speaking volumes about his care for you.

You finished the meal in silence, feeling a bit embarrassed but also thankful for his insistence on your well-being. As you swallowed the last bite, he kissed your forehead gently.

"Make sure you eat properly, honey," Soshiro said softly, his words a reminder of his unwavering support and concern for you amidst your dedication to your work.

Before leaving, he kissed your face multiple times, a tender gesture promising that no matter how absorbed you were in your job, he would always be there to ensure you took care of yourself.

[hoshiina]

pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)

request: a reader that keeps messing around w him and at some point they mention they like him but then hoshina thinks theyre just playing... ..but they r not and he doesnt quite get it at first because hes so used to them joking around and then he ends up overthinking the whole thing until reader actually goes up to him to kiss him (or hug him very tight!!!!!!!! or both maybe!!!!!!)

maybe he liked them too but that thought didnt sit right with him because he doesnt believe hes worthy of something like that

notes: mentions the reader's face "flushing", reader is rather lively/outgoing, reader is not a fan of horror and is more a fan of romance, reader is a hoshina stan, one part is inspired by a scene in wakaba no komorebi, omg why are there so many notes I'm so sorry TY FOR THE REQ!!

wc: 2800

A new day, a new chance for you to shoot your shot at none other than your vice-captain of the third division.

You were always messing with him. This ranged from embarrassing pranks a grade school boy would menace his crush with, all the way to borderline hitting on him. There wasn’t a single day you’d forget to remind him he was stunning, and you’d always be bragging about him to the officers in the first division, regardless of the fact that you had absolutely nothing to do with the things you were bragging about. Simply put, you were loud about Hoshina.

Yet, every day, he'd brush you off and tell you to get to work. You didn't let that mind you much though, because you could tell he wasn't actually upset. You liked him unconditionally, and as long as you weren't actually bothering him, you couldn't care less if your feelings weren't returned. Well, you did care, but that wasn't going to stop how you felt for him.

Now, you said all of that, but naturally, you were still scared to just put your feelings out there so you hadn’t actually told Hoshina you liked him. You assumed he knew, but if you said it out loud, you’d have to hear an answer. And that, you were not ready for.

However, you weren’t going to stop messing with him anytime soon. Hoping one day he’d actually fall for you and one day you’d have the courage to properly tell him how you felt.

You were in the cafeteria with the rest of the division, having your breakfast while mindlessly scrolling through your phone, when you saw a post about a new movie in theatres. Immediately your mind went to possibly inviting Hoshina and you scrolled right back up, trying to find out what it was about. Horror. You sighed and continued to scroll. Horror was absolutely not your favourite.

“Oh, is it finally out?” you heard a voice from behind you say— your favourite voice say.

“Would you like to go?” you asked, whipping your head back to see none other than Hoshina Soushirou. Just the sight of him and your heart would flutter. How you loved him. “Together? Us? Just us? You and me?”

“Oh, like we have time to go,” he said.

“Man,” you said, knowing he’d say that. The entire defence force in general had been a lot busier ever since the appearance of so many identified grade kaijus. However, it did make you wonder if that meant he would if he did have time. No, he’s just declining your invitation politely, you’d tell yourself, bringing you back to your senses.

You’ve done this since always, and you do this every time without fail. Whenever a new shop had opened, or a new movie to watch had come to theatres, you'd always shoot your shot— hoping he'd say yes one day. Yes to a date.

Although you were used to getting turned down, it still wasn’t the best feeling. Recently, you've been letting it get to you far more than you used to. Maybe after all these times, the rejection did start to have an affect on you. Maybe you were falling for him even harder recently, or maybe you were starting to hope for your feelings to be returned.

Perhaps a relaxing day at the movies was exactly what you needed. Maybe you’d ask for a day off next week— just to go watch a movie you liked.

So you did exactly that, you filed a form to Captain Ashiro, requesting a day off anytime the next week. Preferably on a Tuesday, because movie tickets were cheaper on Tuesdays.

A few days later, you were called over to her office. You assumed it was just to let you know if you could have your day off and if so, when it was. To your surprise, when you walked in, it wasn't Ashiro but rather Hoshina there, working away.

“Hoshina?” you asked, pleasantly surprised. “I didn't expect to see you today.”

“You didn't?” he asked, genuinely perplexed. “But this is my office?”

“Your office? I thought it was Captain Ashiro’s?” you said.

“It used to be, but I took it over a little while back,” he said. “It's just a lot faster for me to do the paperwork.”

“Oh… I see,” you said, rather surprised you weren't already aware. There was a moment of silence.

“It was rather recently that I had officially started working here,” he said, somehow noticing that you were dejected. Oh, how did he always know exactly what to say? You were never going to get over him at this rate. “Anyways, you requested a day off next week?”

“Um… yes,” you said. Now you felt a little awkward about going to a movie alone, and you really hoped he wouldn't realize where you were going.

“On a Tuesday… are you going to see that movie after all?” he asked and he noticed you stiffened a little, so he immediately followed with, “Sorry, you don't have to answer that. You're absolutely free to take that day off.”

“I am,” you said. Half a lie, because there was no way you were watching a horror movie, let alone by yourself. But you were going to the movies. That was true. “It's been a while since I watched a movie in theatres, I realized.”

“I've never gone alone actually,” he said, imagining you were planning to go alone. “Or are you going with someone?”

“No, I'll be by myself,” you said, but instinctively you asked him out again. It was practically in your subconsciousness to do so. “Unless you'd like to tag along?”

There was a long pause before he said anything, and his unreadable expression only made the silence feel longer. You were expecting a quick rejection again, so the silence was absolutely killing you— you hadn't expected it one bit.

“Actually, I'd like to,” he said. “If that's okay with you, of course.”

You couldn't believe your ears. What did he say? You couldn't have possibly heard that right. What had he said?

On the other hand, he had no idea why he said yes. Why after turning you down all these times? Why now? He had turned down every offer of yours because he knew you were just messing around. You didn’t feel about him the way he felt about you. He knew this because you had done this since the moment you joined, and you couldn’t have liked him back then— you hadn't even know him yet.

But still, he hoped you were serious.

“You're joking,” you said.

“Were you?” he asked. This must be why he said yes. He wanted to know so badly— he was rather exhausted of playing the guessing game with you.

“Not at all,” you said. You thought he had known, but perhaps not. “I've never been. Not for a moment.”

“Then, let's go,” he said with his poker face on, but he was a little shaken. He didn't think you were at all serious, let alone that serious.

“Hoshina, is this a date?” you asked, and you could tell your cheeks were flushed. However, there wasn't much to be embarrassed about at this point, so you might as well have asked before you drove yourself insane.

“Okay…” you said, but you were spaced out. You had no idea what had prompted this all of a sudden, but this was the moment you had been waiting for, for your whole life. Yes to a date.

A date? Was it a date?

“Would you like it to be?” he asked. You had no idea what he was thinking.

“Yes,” you said. “Of course…”

“Then, let's go on a date,” he said. “On Tuesday, at 2pm. I'll pick you up from your unit and we'll go and watch a movie.”

It was yes to a date. A date with none other than the love of your life. You were going on a date with Hoshina Soushirou.

You left the office soon after, thanking him as you left, and you were lost in thought. You truly felt like the world around you had stopped, but at the same time, the time passing was a blur. You thought it’d be forever before your long awaited day, and you’d have plenty of time to calm yourself down and prepare, but it had rolled around before you knew it.

You put on what you personally thought was your best date outfit, but you had no idea if he’d like it. You really hoped he would. Now, you were sitting around, waiting for him to come pick you up. It was still 10 till 2, but he was always ahead of schedule— he hated making people wait, so he was always early. A few minutes later, you heard a few footsteps and some rustling outside your door, and you were pretty sure it was him. You waited for a knock, but it wouldn’t come.

Quickly, you opened the door and it was him, waiting by your door with his phone in his hand, opened to your messages with him.

“Oh,” he said. “Sorry, were you waiting?”

“No,” you said, immediately. “I just finished getting ready. Why didn’t you knock?”

“Well, I’m early,” he said. “Didn’t want to rush you.”

Gosh, you were on a date. With him. You had actually never seen him in anything other than what he wears at the defense force, and as much as you liked that training shirt he had on, he looked so incredibly gorgeous today. And this was just for you. He wore a black corduroy turtleneck, and a simple long coat to go over it. You were still so lost, how had you gotten to this point in the first place?

“You’re stunning today,” he said to you as he smiled a little and you swear you felt your heartrate spike. Did he even know what he was doing?

“Not to mean you aren’t usually…” he said immediately. “Sorry, I never say the right things when they count, do I?”

“No, I thought my heart was going to stop,” you said, frankly. This was the way you always were, there was no point in getting flustered all of a sudden. “You’re gorgeous everyday, but even more so today.”

“Well, I’d have to be glad our date is today then,” he said.

While the two of you walked to the theatre, it was rather quiet. Far more quiet than you usually were. Suddenly, you were so nervous, and there was nothing to say to him. So many questions filled your head but none of them felt appropriate to ask. You felt like the spell would break if you took one wrong breath. You wanted to know why he was here with you today. Why he said yes all of a sudden, why he took a precious day off to go on a date with you, and what he was thinking when he said yes. You wanted to know how he felt about you, or at least how he felt about this date.

“I’ll go get us tickets,” you said, as soon as you got to the theatre. “Please pick a snack and a drink in the meantime, I’ll get the tickets quick.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, I’m getting the tickets, and the drinks and snacks, for that matter,” he said. “Besides, we haven’t even decided on a movie yet.”

“We haven’t?” you asked. “I thought we were watching the movie that came out the other day?”

“What? Why would we?” he asked, genuinely confused. “You don’t even like horror." He pointed at another poster on the wall. "Why don’t we watch that one? Romance is more your type of thing, isn’t it?”

You thought you’d cry. If there was one thing that was worrying you about this date, it was the movie. Horror really wasn’t for you, and you weren’t sure if you could watch the movie without showing it.

“How did you know?” you asked.

“It’s obvious,” he said. “You’ve never asked me out to a horror movie, have you?”

Just how did he notice? “But didn’t you want to watch that one?” you asked.

“Please, I can watch that whenever, on my own,” he said. “I’m here with you today. I’d be a horrible date to make you watch it with me.”

“Thank you,” you said, starstruck. “At least, let me pay for it then?”

“No way,” he said. “I’m taking you out today.”

“No, I asked you out,” you said.

“Don’t care!” he said and went off to get the tickets and snacks.

You were in love with him, and you were going to tell him. You were sure he knew, but you had to tell him properly. It wasn’t even that you were hoping for him to return your feelings, you just wanted to tell him.

You thought you wouldn’t be able to focus on the movie at all, but you were, strangely enough. You were watching a cliche romance movie that couldn’t possibly be about you and Hoshina, no matter how much you tried to stretch the narrative, but you loved it. It was a sweet movie, a type that you've always loved, and you were watching it with the one you always loved. You couldn’t be happier.

So as soon as the movie was over, you went for it.

“Hoshina, I love you so much,” you said, and kissed him. On the lips.

His eyes were wide and his cheeks were faintly flushed. You weren’t expecting that, not even for a moment.

“You’re serious?” he asked.

You were confused, did he think you were playing around all this time? “Yes, of course,” you said. “I’ve loved you for forever.”

“Since… when?” he asked.

“Since the day you saved me, 3 years ago,” you said, immediately. It was like you had waited all your life to answer this. “You definitely don’t remember, but I remember like yesterday.”

He wouldn’t reply, but he was still looking at you surprised, so you continued on.

“I thought I had told you this actually. Not the part that I liked you, but the part that you saved me. I joined because of you, Hoshina,” you said. “Yes, you’re my vice-captain and the love of my life, and I’m one of your officers, but you were my hero and I was your biggest fan for all this time.”

Something in him shifted. It felt like someone had woken him up from a weird haze, and showed him how much colour there is to the world. You joined for him. Not for Mina, not for Gen, but him. To you, he was a hero. To the one he treasured most, he was irreplaceable.

“I love you too,” he said, with the softest smile you had ever seen from him. He was serious, you could tell.

“No way,” you said.

“I do,” he said, but he could tell that you were a little skeptical, or at least puzzled. “I love the way you work hard, the way you joke around, but actually care so much. I love the way you give everything your all. I love the way you always smile when you see me— it makes me feel so special. You make my day, absolutely every single day.”

It took everything in you to stop yourself from sobbing, but that made Hoshina laugh. He kissed you this time, and tears rolled down your cheeks anyway.

Wiping your cheeks with the pad of his thumb, he kissed you on the forehead.

“I absolutely adore you.”

BONUS:

Later that day, you were going to open up the one cardboard box you still hadn’t unpacked. The one filled with your posters and merch of Hoshina you had collected through these years. You were hiding them, because you thought it’d be a little too weird if you had those just hanging around, but finally, they’d see the sunlight. You would never have even imagined this day when you had those in your room, dreaming of him. If only you could tell your past self— just how thrilled you would’ve been. Well, not that you were any less thrilled now.

The next time Hoshina came to visit you in your room, he was utterly flustered, it was absolutely adorable. He couldn’t believe people actually bought the merch they sold of him, let alone put them up— and in the room of his loved one nonetheless. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it, because it made him so incredibly happy.

He was thrilled that you did, in fact, love him the way he loved you.

[soshirohoshinasimp]

"the day that I met you I started dreaming"

Imagine someone falling in love with you, simply for being yourself. For you, it may be just another crush, but for them, it’s as if their world was draped in grey until you stepped in and illuminated everything. You’ve brightened their life in ways you can’t even imagine.

Just the sight of you can send them into a blush, and every shared glance feels like a spark. They don’t mind if you don’t feel the same; being near you is enough. Each moment spent in your presence feels like a treasured gift, a chance to glimpse the light you bring to the world.

They adore you for everything you are—and everything you aren’t. Your quirks, your laughter, even your silences resonate with them in a way that feels profound. There isn’t a single thing they would change about you; every flaw is a part of your beautiful mosaic.

The thought of you makes them flustered, and your smile makes their heart skip a beat. They replay the little things in their mind: the way you light up a room, the sound of your laughter, and the kindness you show to others. They love you, and you alone, holding onto the hope that one day you might see them, too.

In their dreams, they picture a future where you are together, sharing secrets and creating memories. Until that day comes, they’ll cherish every moment, every word, and every smile you give.

-soshiro hoshina, suguru geto, satoru gojo, giyuu tomioka, obanai

@imthecosmicbasball @justwinginglife @jjkamochoso-main

(I've been wanting to try out a more aesthetic way of making drabbles, I hope you enjoyed!)

[soshirohoshinasimp]

I dare you to make emotionaless Freader X Hoshina Soshiro 😎😎

The sun: Soshiro Hoshina

AHH! Thank you for this request, I LOVE this trope so much. I have been waiting to do this one, because I wasn’t sure have to start it (also procrastinating) 

Summary: Emotionless Female Reader and Sunshine Soshiro Hoshina. 

Wc: 600

The sun, also known as Soshiro Hoshina. 

Soshiro Hoshina was a burst of sunshine in a world that often felt cold to you. Loud, cheerful, and affectionate, he seemed determined to break your ice facade by showering you with affection, even though you weren't officially dating... yet.

"(Name)-chan! (Name)-chan, Hii!" Soshiro would greet you with a grin, always appearing with some surprise in hand—a gesture of his overflowing affection. Since you became a platoon leader in the third division a few months back, he had latched onto you like glue. Despite your stoic demeanor, you didn't mind his company.

What first drew him to you was your assertiveness, the way you commanded respect while occasionally letting your sharp tongue loose on the battlefield. You saluted him when he approached, your face set in its usual unreadable expression.

"Is something the matter, sir?" you asked, a hint of curiosity softening your tone.

"Nothing~ Just got ya something!" He handed over a container of cinnamon rolls with a shy flush creeping up his cheeks. "You said you liked sweets," he added, his gaze fixed on you.

You accepted the gift with a nod and a polite thank you. "I'm surprised you paid attention. Thank you, sir."

This kind of thing happened often—him surprising you with hugs from behind (a hug bug, as you called him), holding your hand, or pinching your cheeks (especially if your face is chubby) . He'd boop your nose affectionately or bring you small gifts, all while you rarely reciprocated.

The one time you did, it left him rivaling a ripe tomato. (Currently he is more used to your touch) It was late, and you found him training as usual. Leaning against the doorway, you remarked, "Still training this late, Vice-captain?"

"(Name)-chan~!! Shouldn’t ya be sleeping? It's really late, come on, I’ll walk ya to your room." His face lit up when he saw you, and he forgot his tiredness momentarily. 

As he came closer to hug you, you surprised him by leaning in and kissing his forehead gently. His reaction was priceless—eyes wide with shock, cheeks turning redder than ever.

"Wha-what why who-would you do that?!" he stammered, touching the spot where your lips had just brushed.

With your usual icy facade intact, you replied softly, "Darlin’, please go to sleep. It’s like three am."

"Darling?!" he echoed in surprise, his whole face now crimson.

Taking his wrist in your hand, you led him towards his room. "Uh... um, goodnight," he managed to say, trying to hide his flustered face.

But you surprised him again, pulling him into another kiss—this time on the lips. His initial shock melted into a moment of tender connection, he leaned into the kiss,  though after a few minutes, he gently pulled away, blushing furiously.

"S-stop..." He opened his bedroom door, clearly embarrassed but leaving it slightly ajar. 

“Honey, Aren’t ya coming inside?” He asked, his voice peaking in curiosity. 

Taking the cue, you stepped inside and closed the door behind you. In the privacy of his room, the usually boisterous Soshiro seemed surprisingly shy under your touch.

From that night on, while you may not have shown it openly, your ice- facade started to melt at the sight of the sun. 

Soshiro Hoshina.

Note: Sorry for any mistakes!

[soshirohoshinasimp]

"Are ya alright...!?"

Synopsis: Savior!Hoshina x Civilian!Reader

Author's note: Thanks @hoshinaideas4all for the list of ideas, and for curing my writer's block. 

This was really fun to write, mainly because I was trying to patch up on writing falling in love scenes,  describing things and poetry. (Mainly destruction, sadness, depression and just describing things in general.) So this was very fun writing. I hope you all really enjoyed this one, and especially enjoy the poetry at the top! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Wc: 1500 (whoopsie doo) 

To love something means you feel an endless wave of excitement. It’s like when you’re glued to a romance movie and can’t wait for the main couple to finally be together. Every scene has your heart racing and your emotions bubbling over.

To love someone feels like you’re living in that movie. It’s like you’re the main character, and everything around them feels magical and special. Even the smallest gestures become epic moments.

But these two kinds of feelings, while both thrilling, are different from each other.

One day, you were managing your new restaurant. It was a busy, exciting time for you, as you were sending out orders, crafting drinks, and handing out menus to customers. You had just opened the place a few weeks ago, so it was still just you working there. There were no employees yet, just you, living your dream of owning a restaurant. You’d worked hard to get this far, and it felt amazing to finally call it your own.

But then, Once a dream turned into a nightmare.

It was a regular afternoon when the chaos began. You were in the middle of preparing an order when you heard a loud crash. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up to see a group of yojus —huge, monstrous creatures— not a lot though, around five to ten -- bursting through the restaurant’s front window. The once-glass window shattered into a million pieces, sending glass flying everywhere.

The kaiju were terrifying. They were massive, shaped like mushrooms with crimson red spots on their heads, They thrashed around, causing destruction with every movement. The walls of your restaurant, which you had carefully decorated and maintained, started to crack and splinter. You could hear the ominous creaking of wood and the groaning of metal as the restaurant’s structure began to give way, as more yojus came rushing through. 

You ran to the back, trying to stay out of their path, but the kaiju were cornering you. Some were even coming in and out into the ceiling, and a huge chunk of the ceiling fell right where you had been standing just moments before. Your heart pounded in your chest, and your breathing became shallow and erratic. You could feel the panic rising, squeezing the air out of your lungs.

In the midst of the destruction, you tried to call for help, but the noise of the kaiju and the crumbling building drowned out your voice. You stumbled, almost falling as the floor shook beneath you. The restaurant, which had been a symbol of your hard work and dreams, was now a chaotic, dangerous mess. The walls were closing in, and pieces of the roof were falling in different spots, creating a maze of debris.

Fear gripped you tightly, making it hard to think clearly. You saw more parts of the ceiling start to buckle, and you knew you had to get out, but your legs felt like you had weights in your pockets. Every time you tried to move, the ground shook violently, making you lose your balance. The sense of impending doom was overwhelming. It felt like everything you had worked for was crumbling in front of you, and you couldn’t do anything to stop it.

The last straw came when a massive piece of debris fell dangerously close to you, and you saw the entire section of the roof beginning to collapse. It was like a scene from a disaster movie, and you were trapped in the middle of it. Despair and resignation took over, and you felt as if your whole world was falling apart. With your heart racing and tears streaming down your face, you just sank to the floor. You sat down on your bum, closing your eyes tightly and bracing for the worst.

In that moment of absolute terror, you felt completely helpless. You could hear the kaiju’s roars and the sound of the building breaking apart. It felt like time was stretching out, and every second was a mix of fear and anticipation. You were sure you were going to die, and you prepared yourself for the end. But what you weren’t expecting, silence. No more sounds of the kaiju. Or was your mind playing tricks on you?

Then, through the chaos, a heavy accent pierced through the din.

“Are ya alright..!?” 

Loud and Commanding

You opened your eyes to see a man with striking crimson eyes and a bowl cut of midnight purple. He was wearing a JAKDF suit, and  held a sword in each hand. He moved with incredible speed and precision, slicing through the kaiju with expert skill, cutting through the monstrous creatures effortlessly into bits. 

His eyes werefilled with concern as he looked at you. The contrast between his calm demeanor and the chaos around him was striking. His presence was like a beacon of hope in the midst of the disaster.

You watched in awe as he fought off the remaining kaiju, his movements fluid and graceful. It was like he was dancing through the chaos, and you felt a strange sense of calm as you saw him taking control of the situation. His confidence and strength were reassuring, and you couldn’t believe someone like him was there to help you.

With the last kaiju defeated, he sheathed his swords and extended a hand towards you. You took his hand hesitantly, and he helped you to your feet with surprising gentleness. His touch was firm but careful, as if you would break on any sort of impact, and it grounded you in a way you hadn’t felt since the attack started.

“Yer not injured are ya..?” he asked, his voice gentle but full of curiosity.

You nodded, still feeling a bit dazed and flustered. You could hardly believe what had just happened.

“Thank…thank you,” you managed to say softly, your voice trembling with relief.

“Anytime, ma’am! Comes with the job,” he said with a smile that made you feel all warm inside. His smile was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. Even though the conversation lasted less than a minute, it felt like it was in slow motion. Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a wave of emotions washing over you. It was like the world had paused just for that brief moment. 

It felt like roses were blooming when he spoke. 

As quickly as he had come, he was gone. He walked out of the restaurant, leaving you standing there with your heart racing and your mind spinning. You gathered all your remaining courage and called out to him, “Uh! When you stop by, your first few orders are free of charge!!”

He turned back and looked at you with a playful grin. “Aren’t ya sweet? Guess I’ll be expectin’ to see ya real soon.”

With that, he left, and you watched him go, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and something else—something you couldn’t quite put into words. His departure left a significant mark on your heart and mind. 

In less than a bit, the ambulance arrived and was taking some of your customers into the vehicles, and just like that the “eventful” day was finished. When you arrived home to your little apartment. You couldn’t stop thinking about him, and his voice seemed to echo in your ears every day. With the restaurant being repaired, you spent the rest of the night in your tiny apartment researching who this hero was. You pulled out your computer and began searching for information about him.

You figured he was part of the defense force, but you weren’t sure which division. After two hours of digging through profiles, you finally found him. In a group photo with the division’s captain and the entire division, there he was.

Soshiro Hoshina — Vice Captain of the JAKDF Third Division.

You dove into his social media pages, learning everything you could about him. You replayed the scene where he saved you over and over in your mind. You found yourself doodling pictures of him and daydreaming about him with a smile on your face.

Was this just a crush?

Probably not. You fell for Soshiro Hoshina so quickly and so deeply that it felt like you deserved a medal for the fastest in record time to fall deeply in love.  You eagerly awaited the day when the cleaning and remodeling would be finished so you could see him again and hear his voice.

Man, getting over him is going to be really tough.