#kafka kn8

[sashi-ya]

THAT BOY IS A MONSTER. hibino kafka x f! reader. sinze kink

⋆ requested by: anon. Congrats on 8k sashi!!! you deserve them all! I'm so happy you are writing for Kaiju n8!!! I hope I don't f up with my request, so here I go: kafka x f! reader, nsfw with any kink but can you add size kink? thank you sashi! 😁💓 ⋆ tw: mdni. explicit smut. oral. kinda public, no people around though. oral. size kink. sweet and hot best boy kafka. ⋆ wc: 2.5K // event masterlist // tagging: @i-literally-cant-with-this & @southside-otaku 💕

“Hibino Kafka!” you exclaim. Another night, another late study session from the hard working “old man”.

“YES?!” he stands up, jolting from his seat, scared he might be in trouble. However, he calms down as it’s you instead of Hoshina scolding him for staying up too late.

However, you are there to do exactly that… and maybe, perhaps, win his heart.

“Sleeping is part of your j-“ “Sleeping is part of the job, I know…”

He knows you are right, but there is something he needs to do; to be able to fight along Ashiro Taichou. And that makes your blood boil…

“Just- never mind” you mumble, noticing no matter what you say it will never make him change his mind. And is not that you don’t want him to pursue his dreams, but there is a part of you that is absolutely jealous. However, about that, he doesn’t know a single thing.

Turning around, you know this will be yet another night like any other. No approaches to the man once saved you during battle. No  changes, no kisses… or so you thought.

As you are about to leave, his -pretty big- hand wraps around your wrist. A dominant grip it both made you shiver and scared you, prevents you from leaving.

The only light around, coming from the little table lamp, is the only source of light on the base library. Silence reigns as most of the officers sleep, and yet the only noise you could hear is your heart pumping blood alarmingly accelerated.

“You worry a lot about me, (Name). I must thank you!” him, solemnly and sweet, expresses.

You scoff. A thank you isn’t enough to your heart. That laughter sounds louder, absolutely tinted in sarcasm. Kafka, why are you so slow?

“is everything ok?” he continues, still holding your arm but this time softening the grip little by little.

“I care because I like you, Kafka” you finally spit, rather painfully or even annoyed. You understand how love works, but your heart can’t stand him having eyes just for Mina.

Silence. He is silent like a night with no Kaiju alerts. Like death, profoundly mute.

You get to release yourself from his hand, internally desperate to run away. You know there is no point in staying… you don’t want to hear apologies for liking her and not you. But then again, you were wrong.

“I LIKE YOU TOO!” he shouts, the only way he knows how to.

In awe, you turn around to discover a sweet -and sleepy- dumbass blushed up until the tip of his ears. His eyes, opened wide. His back straight. The little belly you love, sucked it up.

“You do?”

He swallows, takes a big gasp of air and his face transforms. From a silly teenager in love, to a mature man with a mission; communicate how much he likes you.

Kafka walks towards you, seizing the space in between you two. You swallow too, he is taller than you; bigger than you; stronger than you.

“Can we go to the rooftop?” he asks, as his hand reaches your cheek. It’s soft, and manly… the touch you never thought you would experience.

You nod, out of words. And out of words as well is how you walk behind him as you both climb the ladder to reach the terrace.

A soft breeze plays with your hair and his white flowy shirt. Ahead, the city lights of Tokyo glitter on a dark sky and everything around seems to be asleep as you two should be.

He bends over the railing; Kafka seems worried.

“Why did you… wanted to come here?” you ask, coming closer and yet keeping a reasonable distance from him.

He turns around, opening his arms, smiling sweetly so all of a sudden. “Come here” Kafka calls you to his embrace.

You hesitate for some seconds, but your smile finally takes over your whole face. How to say no to that big dumbass you are also in love with?

As you let yourself be engulfed in his big arms, you inhale his perfume. Never have you ever been this close to him, but you quickly get used to the scent of this manly man.

A hug so warm, his hands hanging loosely over the small of your back. A little bit lower, and those would meet your ass.

You keep your nose buried on the very centre of his chest, and your hands shyly around his waist. Even if you wish to hug his whole frame, you wouldn’t be able to.

“Silly” you murmur, muzzled. “Don’t call me silly… although, I prefer it over “old man”” he huffs, hugging you closer. So close, you are unable to breathe.

“See, I prefer someone older…” you whisper -lustfully looking into his eyes- the moment he lets you breathe for a little bit.

Kafka swallows, but it looks as if he had his throat dry. He can feel his palms getting sweaty, and all the blood of his human body migrating to a single place.

Your hand, because there is nothing else both could do to stop this, grazes his belly up his chest. You go slow, painfully slow. Your fingertips landing on his sharp mandible, feeling the raspier sensation of his unshaved chin.

He grabs your hand, allowing you to rest your full palm on his cheek for some time. But soon enough, it’s him who is placing his thumb on your lower lip. He softly plays with it, slowly and delicately opening your mouth, bringing you closer to his lips as well.

On tippy toes, you do your best to receive his kiss, but it’s him the one to bend enough to do so. Like a protective creature that is also about to attack you.

And oh, how he “attacks” you… his lips crash onto yours, with a surprising passion. Of course, he knows how to treat a woman, he is not a youngster anymore.

Tongues that dance, and huge hands on your body. Still respectful, but hot enough, one landing on your waist while the other presses your nape. His fingers tangle on your hair, pulling ever so slightly.

Your nails carve into his back, sure that those marks will be cause of interrogation coming from the officers during the next community bath time.       

The more the kiss deepens, the more he is tempted to undress you right there. And you, of course, think exactly the same way.

Kafka lifts you up, sitting you on the railing. You are safe; no matter how high you both are on that rooftop; you know you are if he is the one protecting you.

His kisses travel from your mouth to your neck; Kafka inhales your skin perfume, getting hungrier from your flesh the more he does. And the first bite arrives, leaving a mark you will need to dissimulate the next following days.

“I want you…” you mutter, in between heated breathe taking kisses. “I- ngh… I want you, too” he words, nervous, hard, needy, desperate, feral and also blushed.

You unzip your uniform jacket, praying no camera were on up there. Breasts still covered by your compression shirt, begging for Kafka to reach them. Nipples hard, ready for his tongue to play with them.

“Can I?” he asks, as if he needed to. “Please ~” you purr. “Hold on tight, I don’t want you to fall” he adds, using both of his palms to finally land on your turgent chest.

He squeezes and plays; he is still a little bit of a dumb. But soon enough, he focuses on sliding your shirt up. His eyes transform once again when he gets to see your naked upper part, almost like a salivating beast, he pounces right on to it.

Kneeled on the ground, he is able to bury his face on your breasts, followed by a wet mouth avid to devour each of them in the most delicious way. Sucking, biting and licking, making your eyes turn white.

But he wants to taste every single one of the delicacies you have to offer, and because of that he urges you to stand right back on the floor while he continues to kneel like a praying devotee of your godly anatomy.

And your most both pure and impure anatomy is what he discovers, as Kafka slides down your uniform pants into the floor.

“please… you are so perfect” he whispers, placing a sweet kiss on your right thigh.

You feel your muscles spasming, but also trembling. What a man he is.

Another kiss follows, right on top of your mound of Venus, causing your knees to faulter a little and for him to scoff in a cute way.

“Don’t- don’t laugh…” you scold him, pulling softly from his short hair. “I’m just happy ~” he smiles, kissing a couple of centimetres down the last peck.

You bite your lip; this game of lust is making you -and your sex- grow impatient. Already. Eat. Me. Out. Hibino Kafka.

He looks up at you, with eyes you’ve only seen while fighting Kaiju and a smirk that’s closer to a devil than anything else. Index slides your panties down, allowing your wet core out and dripping down your legs.

Gloating, he takes a final look at what he is about to eat, and so… there he goes. A tongue that’s suspiciously great and kinda long, plays in between your folds.

You try to supress moans and whines, but it’s tough work when it comes to such precise and delicious pleasure. And it is that Kafka lifts your right leg to make it rest on top of his shoulder, to suck and devour you even deeper.

“Kafk-Kafka-kun… my- ugh….” You can barely mouth incoherent words, a sign of your brain getting totally taken over by climax.

“Not yet..” he giggles, enjoying the taste of your core into his tongue. Kafka is not only delighted; he is over the moon -and probably trying to hold back his kaiju form not to finally reveal in front of you-

A last kiss on your belly button takes him to stand up; you, panting, can’t believe he has just stood up before making you come… but he has better plans for that matter.

“Can I fuc-“ “yes, you can fuck me” “Yoshi!”

The sweetest dumbass grabs you by your waist, and this time he doesn’t sit you on the railing but over what you presume must be some kind of air duct construction on the rooftop. You don’t exactly know what that is, but the chivalry on your lover won’t let your precious booty sit on a probably dirty cement surface, and instead, he takes his shirt off to place it in between to protect you.

You take a moment to appreciate his body; strong and still so real. A little bump on his belly, proper for his age… so. fucking. hot. Several marks, battle scars that haven’t healed just yet, catches your attention… when did he ever got his body cut with blades?

However, something you weren’t expecting -or maybe you did, imagining during lonely nights- was the size of his sex as it is freed from his lose pants.

You swallow. Is this… gonna fit?

“Kafka-kun?” you whisper. “mh…?” he asks, pumping a rather large shaft ready.

You blink rapidly, opening your legs enough for his hips to reach closer. With one hand sustaining your body over the surface, and the other shily touching the warmth of his throbbing dick you barely mumble words;

“You- big” “I’ll be gentle, I promise (Name)-chan”

He sounds by far sincere. But truth is… perhaps you don’t want him to be gentle, at all.  There is something, so absolutely attractive of a man like him. Of a man so sweet and still so feral… as if he had a confidential secret, as if he deep inside hid an untamed monster.

Well now, he has two secrets. And one of them has just been revealed by you. The size of that man is not only equivalent to his courage, but also quite literally in terms of anatomy.

“Don’t be gentle…” you moan into his ear, as his tip gets closer to your entrance and his body covers the moonlight above you.

Kafka grunts; you shouldn’t have said it that way…

Deep. Deep enough to show on your belly as a protruding bulge. Deep enough to make you loudly mewl. Hopefully nobody has heard. Deep enough to trigger your body to stand on the verge of precipice, on the verge of climax.

Slaps sounds take over. His belly against yours, the kisses inhaling the little oxygen left; that, and the soft growls and huffs of that man decided to fuck you until paradise.

It feels like your walls are being ripped apart, and so incredibly good at the same time. So full of him, the scent of his skin getting stronger; his body sweating, the faster and harder his thrusts become.

“Co-coming…” you communicate, muzzled by his lips. “Very good -ngh…” he does the same, hitting the right spot inside of you as if he was made perfectly for you.

Hands squeezing your butt, teeth pulling your lip. Your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, unable to go away… to pull back. Your nails once again carved on his back, your walls squeezing, milking him up.

“Ahhh fuck…” “fuck, fuck, fuck…”

[kaijuno8zine]

🧶 Ugliest holiday sweater? That award goes to Kafka Hibino, whether he meant to win or not...

👾 We all know he's happy to get this badge of honor, and he's wearing it proudly!

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[mechagic]

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[szqnxi]

Every person has at least one or two red flags. So what y'all think kn8's characters red flags would be?

Pls don't make it ooc, let's not stray away from their canon self.

[qweaenr]

KAIJU #8 - ex

[apparently-artless]

hibino & ichikawa being a chaotic duo ( ˙▿˙ )

[danicloth]

Rainy Day ☔️…

With a little fella…

[fend13th]

fambly // Hoshina is 100% not asleep

[iizuumi]

forgot how to draw my kn8 blorbos help

[guardianlioness]

Seeing a lot of takes about how Kafka Hibino feels “like a teenager”/“like every other Shonen MC” but as someone rapidly approaching his age range, his portrayal feels really solid to me.

He is quick to point out what those around him are doing right. Despite trying to prove he belongs, he doesn’t let his ambition or pride interfere in his perception of his teammates. It’s a specific form of security and sincerity that only comes with life experience.

And the result is that the other members of the cast trust him.

They may rag him from time to time, but they see him as someone to admire, even though they’re vastly superior in terms of traditional Kaiju hunting. IMO, that’s not a dynamic you can create using characters in the same age range.

[sashi-ya]

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WHAT A BEAST 👾 KAFKA HIBINO X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 14: ROUGH SEX

🐙 requested by: @aries-m0rningstar I Can ask for Hard sex Kafka x reader for the 14 I'm in ! ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. reader and kafka are on a sweet relationship. rough sex. kafka might allow kaiju no. 8 to take over from time to time... 🐙 wc: 1,6k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

When a real man falls in love, it shows. No matter how you look, if your hair is not clean or brushed, or you are wearing shorts and his shirt… that man will always feel the need to touch you, to bite you, to devour you. And Kafka is a man in love. 

Flowy shorts barely cover your ass, a white shirt you stole from him separates your nudity from the rest of the world. It is late at night; both are tired from working. While Kafka does laundry, you are doing the dishes -unaware of your surroundings, as your attention wanders through the to mental to do list for tomorrow- 

A soft slap startles you; you jolt, barely throwing the plate you have in your hands. 

“Kafka-kun!” you scold him, soon shutting up as his hands surround your waist from behind and his chin rests on the small of your neck. 

“Don’t blame me, you are the one shaking that ass to me” he jokes, kissing your neck. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

You sigh; trying to seduce him? you were just doing the dishes… 

“Did the cat eat your tongue?” he asks, turning you around and pinning you against the counter. 

You smirk; apparently Kafka-kun seems a little bit… horny tonight. 

So, why not indulge on it? 

“Mmm, you could eat me” you tease him, using your wet hand to graze from the bottom up his hardness. 

Kafka flinches a little; that movement of yours might have dealt a deadly blow to him. Something feral wakes up inside, giving him the last push he needed. 

“I don’t want you crying tomorrow…” he threatens you, lifting you up from your legs up until you end up with your belly on his shoulder. 

With you laughing, Kafka carries you like a bag of potatoes, but with his hand on your ass until your bedroom. 

“Now, shall I fuck you my lady?” Kafka says, while crawling on top of you. “With no mercy, sir” you answer back, still thinking this is gonna be a conventional late night love making session… little did you know, your man is about to become… a monster. 

His hand slides under your -his- shirt; up, up, until your breasts. Squeezing one with enough strength you feel it like exploding. 

“Kafk-“ you whine; cut short by his lips trapping yours. 

A kiss and then another, and sharp teeth you were not used to feel against your tongue and lips. Pinching your hard nipple, he continues the lustful smooching that leaves you breathless from time to time. 

Your legs tend to hug his waist as usual, but this time it gets almost impossible as Kafka forces them open with both his knees and free hand. 

“Shh, open them wide for me” he whispers, sexily in your ear; it makes you shiver, when did he ever acted this way? What’s gotten into him? 

You look at his eyes as best as you can, as his kissing has no peace; they gleam, turquoise shining in the darkness of your bedroom. 

“Wh- are you transforming?” you ask, muzzled by his impertinent tongue.  “No…” he answers, short, bare. 

You chose to believe his words; but those eyes…

Your shorts fly away, when his hands -with the strength of a claw- rip them off your body. With them, your panties also go. Completely drenched, your slit becomes a warm refuge for his fingers. 

“Fuck babe, why are you this wet?” he mumbles, as if such wetness only felt like a punishment to his own self-control. 

You smirk; why else if not because he is all you ever wish for? 

“Because I can’t wait for more” you tease him, once again.

Your eyes can see how his light up even more. A surrounding aura that grows bigger, so big you can even feel it on your chest. How could you forget so easily the Kaiju nature of his insides? A monster, an uncontrollable monster… 

Kafka grunts and pins your wrists over your head. A hand is enough to tightly grip them so strong. In between your legs, he gets even more comfortable and with his hardness still covered by his shorts, he gropes your sex with force. 

“More? You want more?” he whispers, with his lips grazing yours and both his hardness and his free hand penetrating your core with absolutely no delicacy. Kafka buries his nose into your neck, inhaling your flesh perfume as if an animal would with the prey it’s about to eat. 

His beckoning motions reach your g spot, hitting precisely and violently the right wall. Walls that spasms, milking motions that anticipate Kafka the way you will probably do with his dick. And girl, he is absolutely delighted by that idea. 

“Should I give you more?” he asks you, watching your eyes become white the more he masturbates you. Undeniably beautiful and lustful, is the melody the sound of his hand slapping against your wet folds, creates. Faster, stronger, louder. Loud like your whines and moans; and the way your back arches as you reach for climax. 

“M-more… ye-yes” you mewl with curling tongues and hands pulling from the sheets underneath. Your core, your womb, everything ready for his intrusion… It is his hardness what you need now. 

Kafka, surprisingly manly, scoffs. A devilish smirk garnishes his often-sweet features, eyes that are now shining like moonstones… he is definitely one with his inner monster. 

“Fine…” he purrs, turning you around in a swift motion you suspect had the help of his Kaiju muscles to do so.  “Ass up, come on” he commands, passing his hand under your lower belly to help your trembling legs do the job. 

Your Kaiju lover buries your head on the pillow as he prepares to -literally- rip your insides in half. His shorts that he takes off only up until his knees, as he is kneeling on the mattress. There is no time to get comfortable; Kafka has just a single thought eating his brain out and it is to bury himself deep inside until you mewl in pleasure. 

And he does; after a couple of pumps and slaps with his shaft against the wetness of your entrance, Kafka finally lets himself impale you with a rough, hard, beastly thrust. 

You whine, but it gets muzzled by your pillow; pillow you bite as the way his hips begin to move like they have never done before. 

His thighs hit your ass with such strength you are sure they are getting hot and inflamed. For better -and deeper- access, Mr. Hibino lifts his left leg, and with his sole against the mattress and his right knee down, he is able to fuck you even harder. 

You try to reach for one of his arms with your hand, as they both support the weight of his body on each side of yours. 

“What- mh? What you want? More?” he asks, going even faster, so out of himself, letting you feel how his hardness becomes even bigger when it’s inside of you. 

“Breath… I need… bre-“ you try to tell him your body can’t move on its own and if you keep burying your nose on the pillowcase, plus the way his rams are hitting you, you won’t be able to breath no more. 

Kafka knows; Kafka noticed it… but Kafka waited until the very end to “save” you. He passed one of his -much more muscular than when he first joined the jakdf- arms under your belly, and the other around your neck, to help you lift up. However, his hips never stop fucking you. 

You are now in a vertical position, in which your back becomes arched enough for your ass and your shoulder blades to only touch his front. Kafka grabs you by your shoulders, passing his arms under your armpits to pin your upper back against his chest. This way, you, like almost crucified, grant him the power of moving you at his very will. 

Getting fucked in this position is not only violent, but also it helps the tip of his sex to hit your gspot in such way you got tears in your eyes… what is this pleasure? More, more, more… don’t stop!

Kafka is able this way to also whisper in your ear while he goes in and out of you. 

“I’m desperate for going harder… allow Kaiju no. 8 to take control for a couple of seconds… please” he begs. 

“Ye-yes… do- it” you whine -scream-. 

Kafka, who is now able to fully tame the monster inside, allows his other half to take over his hips and sex. You are not sure if you have seen it before in such form, but you are now discovering how it feels inside you… and it’s delicious. 

Hard like a rock, a texture you have no clue how to describe, and the motions of his hips that are surprisingly stronger hits you. He sometimes stops when he is deep, deep inside. The way your womb can feel the tip makes your nails to carve marks on his arms. 

Every ram is a moan.  Every thrust makes you closer to a climax you’ve never experienced before… 

“I can’t control myself no more, babe” “Nghhh, I can’t either, love…” 

Poor sheets; wet and sticky… Poor insides of yours, full, trembling, bathed with warm seed… poor your legs, next day you couldn’t go back to the JAKDF base… 

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[kaijuno8zine]

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[kaiju-storage-no-8]

アニメ期間中のまとめ | えーこ #pixiv

[bayleavesfromthevine]

tell me why reno has such major mom energy???

like??? he scolds kafka like he's his child:

and tell me this is not the most Mom thing you've ever heard (you can't):

kdjhgkdfjhg he really THREATENED TO SEND HIM HOME??? SIR, UNDER WHAT AUTHORITY???

he really said "i will turn this car around and take you home, young man" fkjghdkjfhg GUYS BE SO FR

so yeah, bro took one look at this 32yo man and said "ah yes, i think i'll take it upon myself to adopt that" and then he did it

your honor, i rest my case

[eizaamkc]

Hoshina and Kafka are rooting my brain but I like how it feels

[tamsywindsup]

Kaiju No. 8 season 2 trailer! Anime is set to air July 2025.