#kaiju no. 8 imagines

[zenokei]

— love taste ; hoshina soshiro.

starring :: hoshina soshiro x reader

wc :: 1.1k

tags :: mature themes, hoshina is lowkey a pervert, (but reader seems to like it), reader is implied a member of the third division, word vomit, breast fondling, heavy kissing, and biting

synopsis :: hoshina soshiro thinks he’s slick–that you’re not aware of his special fetish for your tits.

warning: r18, read at your own risk

hoshina soshiro loves every single bit of you: from the things he cannot physically see but feel through his heart, to the plump flesh of your curves–all of it, hoshina adores.

however, something he won’t admit yet shamefully indulges in are your breasts. with any chance he gets, he’ll find a way to be close to your chest. from slinging a relaxed arm over your shoulder just extended enough for his hand to dangerously hover over your clothed skin, to the big bear hugs he greets you with when you’re back from a long day of fighting kaiju’s–he’s done it all. 

for that split second of a chance to feel the warmth of your tits graze over his body, he’s ultimately done everything.

hoshina’s too far gone, perhaps. because every inch of his body craves for your breasts. he feels as if he’ll die soon if he doesn’t see it in the flesh: how it looks under your tight uniform, how your bra holds it up, and just how soft it truly feels with his own skin. 

“vice-captain, just how long are you going to stare at my tits?” you finally sigh, dropping the stack of evaluation papers you were going to give him as your last task for the night.

“wha- i am not!” he didn’t make it too obvious this whole time, right? “i’m not that oblivious, you know?” suddenly, you take a step forward, leaning your upper body to where hoshina stands frozen. you could see his eyes now, slightly blown wide with what you assume is a mixture of shock and pent-up lust. “you’ve really got it all wrong, i was just zoning out-” hoshina tries to step back–to let himself breathe in a clear whiff of air that’s not overwhelmingly yours, yet he’s unable to as you take hold of his wrist firmly. “really? so i’ve just gotten it all wrong?” hoshina’s jaw is slack, and his neck feels embarrassingly warm. no, you haven’t gotten it wrong–it’s almost like you knew about his obsession more than hoshina himself.

slowly, you bring hoshina’s stiff hand closer to your chest, and despite the feeling of resistance, his fingers betray him as it reaches out for you. hoshina truly is shameless, you both deduce–because he’s brashly cupping one of your tits with his palm, with the guidance of your hand atop of it. hoshina desires to do more, to feel more, and to see more. 

“i know we’re in your office, and no one’s really going to come in here…” you breathe out, eyes looking at hoshina’s hand that’s twitching to squeeze your breast. “but i do feel like this is still too unprofessional of us both.” despite your voice being of warning to him, your own hand betrays you. your palm indulges in hoshina’s, pushing his cupped hand further onto your tit, involuntarily squishing your flesh. “vice-captain, what do you think?” with one deep breath, hoshina’s now the one to grab your wrist–dragging you through the hallways with much speed to the destination you assume is to be his bedroom.

“well, i think…damn, you’re really a tease, huh?” with your back pressed against the cold door of hoshina’s bedroom, he feels your chest heave so close to him. his own chest feels it too, and despite his efforts to match your breathing, he truly is too far gone in desire to calm down. “‘s not like i’m the one who started it, you were always so close.” too close, even. perhaps the aching tension hoshina built towards you had become something to be in his favor. now,  with the thought replaying in his mind, hoshina grins widely. 

hoshina’s head dives deep into your neck, just where it’s hidden by the collar of your jacket, and you accept it with a soft moan. as your own cravings collide with hoshina, the more your jacket’s zipper comes down. each kiss of hoshina to the skin of your neck leaves a warm residue of saliva that hastily creates more intimacy. hoshina tries his best to slow down the pace, he really does–to deny your hands from pulling his own into touching you all over roughly has taken a toll on his patience.

“hoshina, more…” with another soft whimper that leaves your swollen mouth, he copies. “glad we’re thinkin’ the same thing, angel.” amidst the same urgency it took for him to take you into his room, hoshina unzips your uniform-jacket fully and drops it onto the floor.

the moment your back falls on hoshina’s bed, his weight follows directly on top of you, hoshina’s face looking up to you from the hem of your shirt cutely. “what’re you even waiting for?” despite the intimacy suffocating you both, hoshina manages to laugh at the situation. 

a sigh of relief escapes hoshina as he starts to push your shirt higher, the minimal lights feeding onto hoshina’s hunger for a taste of your breasts. he doesn’t entirely strip your torso, your shirt sits crumpled just above your chest–giving hoshina the sight he’s always occupied himself with, no matter what he does. your deep breaths continue, a rush of blood surging through your cheeks as you take in hoshina’s expression of shock. and before you could ask anything, hoshina dives into your cleavage excitedly, mimicking the same kisses and licks he’s done to your neck in anticipation for your sweet moans.

you easily give into hoshina, arching your back with a whine that has him quickly edging his hand on the gap between your back and the bed to unclasp your bra, and it going completely loose as his mouth feigns to stop. 

hoshina is beyond desperate for you, his skin feeling yours directly feels dizzying. although, this really is hoshina’s ultimate breaking point; when he takes sight of your nipple peeking through your loose bra. hoshina’s tongue falters, the feeling of your tits becoming softer with the tight fabric now gone. his hand takes hold of your breasts with delight, his calloused and rough skin against your sensitive nipple makes you shudder, calling out hoshina’s name.

“can’t you be a bit more gentle- hoshina!” your head gets thrown back onto the pillow as an unbearable wave of shock, pain, and arousal comes from your tit. “sorry, angel. i’ve been waitin’ for sooo long,” hoshina blows a cool breeze of air to the raging bite he inflicted directly on your nipple–his fangs prominently engraved on your plush skin. 

you take ragged breaths as your hand covers your mouth from being any louder, however, hoshina tears your hand away. “please? let me hear you, c’mon.” he pouts, one side of his head cushioned by your unbruised breast, while the other hoshina continues to caress. your eyes are still hazy with lust, sneering at hoshina. “that fucking hurt, a lot.” despite your complaints, whenever hoshina grazes his finger over your bitten and hardened nipple, you whimper lewdly. “and ‘m sorry ‘bout that, angel. but…” hoshina slightly sits up now, his body satiated between your aching legs looming over with eyes that are eager for you.

“we both want more, don’t we?”

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[aennasan]

Imagine you created a hate account just to slander the First Division Commander, Gen Narumi. He is a petty loser and you feel this slight satisfaction watching him getting annoyed reading all the hateful comments you leave on his posts and all articles written about him. But you didn't think much about what he would do to you once he finds out that one of his team members was behind that awful account. He wouldn't find out about it anyway. Why bother?

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

I am now going to watch more of Kaiju No. 8. Anywho

Kikoru dating someone who is taller then her by an significant amount

(Kaiju No. 8) Kikoru's S/O being taller than her

Kikoru's existence feeds more into my theory that the shorter someone is, the deadlier they are. ...Which that theory doesn't really apply to Mina, since she's 169cm(5'5ft).

Height: 159cm (5'1ft)

Truthfully? Kikoru isn't particularly bothered by the height difference.

A lot of people tend to be taller than her, sure.

But that doesn't stop Kikoru from being able to absolutely whoop the ass of everyone who is taller, including her S/O.

(Kikoru) "Psh, why would I be troubled by something like height, S/O? I don't care about something so trivial!"

...Until the moment arrives where she can't reach something.

Where she is awkwardly standing in front of a shelf, with S/O in the same room.

With all her boasting of how unaffected she is, Kikoru is at a crossroads.

She could ask for help, or get something to help her, and proving that height can be a problem for her.

(Kikoru) "...Hmph! Like I need anyone's help for this!"

(S/O) "Huh? Did you say some-"

Making sure that her combat suit was deactivated in order to avoid creating a new hole in the wall, she violently kicks it with her foot, making the cup tumble off.

Raising one hand into the air without even looking, Kikoru scoffed at herself for even thinking she needed assistance for the cup!

And she effortlessly catches it with a smug grin, nodding to mostly herself.

All the while leaving S/O terribly confused of what just happened.

Until they connected the dots.

(S/O) "You know, I don't exactly mind helping you getting-"

Immediately spinning around, the slight tinge of red sacrificed any chance of being taken seriously.

(Kikoru) "AND I DON'T MIND YOU MINDING YOUR OWN BUSINESS! And stop snickering!"

If they keep that grin up, then their shin is next on the kicking list!

She wouldn't actually hurt them, but she wasn't going to admit that either.

[bokutizer]

➵ NARUMI GEN

summary : Narumi Gen's life has its highs and its lows, but he's glad that he does not have to deal with the latter ones on his own (he would never admit that though). tags : exes to lovers (?), fem!reader, fluff, angst, something between comfort and reverse comfort?, mentions of blood, spoilers for chapters 53/54 a/n : I can't believe how much fun I had writing for him. He's such a versatile character AND A GODDAMN BABY <;33

It was not an unusual occurrence to find the commander of the first division of the Defense Force huddled up in his messy and dump-like bedroom. Yet the palpable melancholy in the light deprived room was rare. It was nothing new, considering that his job brought many sacrifices and losses with it, but still. It was rare.

Narumi was lying on his bed, hands clasped behind his head, changed into a white shirt with a faded Gundom imprint on it and his usual black sweatpants. Besides the few scratches along his jaw, nothing would have made you guess that this man had been on the battle field and had lost his mentor a few hours prior.

Yet here he was, barely acknowledging your presence as you finally closed the door behind you and, with slow and quiet steps, strode over to his bed. Between the various cushions and blankets on his bed, you could also spot the controller of his BS5 which lay beside his limp hand, even though the TV was clearly turned off, its screen pitch black. You wondered if he had really been able to muster some strength to game or if the abandoned controller was just another sign of defeat. Defeat because he had neither physical nor mental strength left to distract himself.

"What are you doing here?" despite the low volume of his raspy voice, his words managed to resonate through the quiet room, his face still facing the ceiling, his eyes covered by his multicoloured bangs.

"I've heard what happened to Mr. Isao." you spoke quietly, carefully choosing your words because you knew Narumi all too well. If it were for him, he would think that your presence was a mere sign of pity, a sign of his defeat, of his failure.

That's why the next time he spoke, his words were louder, harsher even. The tension in his body was clearly visible, tendons along his throat straining and jaw clenching. "Why. Are you here?"

You remained quiet and instead of snapping back, simply decided to take a seat on the edge of his bed. It was not noticeable to the naked eye, but Narumi relaxed, even if it was for only a tiniest bit. Somehow the air around him seemed less suffocating, now.

But as your hand slowly inched closer to his forehead, not being able to fight against your desire to just touch him even if it was for a short moment, one of his arms flew up, his hand grasping your wrist in a tight grip. "Narumi, I brought eye drops. Doctor said you overused them quite a bit." you said matter-of-factly, no softness coating your words, your expression emotionless as your eyes finally locked with his. They were bloodshot, red veins weaving themselves over his sclera, while the blueish rings beneath them seemed to have taken on an even darker shade than usual.

The hold on your wrist loosened, a wordless invitation for you to do whatever you had intended to do. Because, yeah, you knew Narumi but the same went the other way around. And if he knew one thing about you, then it was that you were stubborn as hell.

You motioned him do lie back down and soon after that his head hit the softness of his pillow, black and silver strands of hair sprawled over its pillowcase. How long has it been since the last time he had felt the tenderness of your hands? Three? Four months? It has definitely been long enough for him to feel like a terminally ill man who finally seemed to get his salvation.

The gentless with which your fingers combed his bangs out of his face, how they delicately rested along his eyes, not putting too much pressure around the irritated area as you pressed the prescribed amount of droplets out of the little tube. Narumi swore it was not the medication that soothed the uncomfortable itch in his eyes but rather just the simple sight of you.

However, he was aware that letting himself get used to this, to you, would be a fatal mistake.

"That’s enough." he muttered, slapping your hands away as if they could burn him. "Don’t need a damn nurse."

You sighed as you watched him turn on his side, his back facing you. This could have been your cue to simply leave him alone, let him shoulder this burden on his own, but you could not. And you knew that it was selfish because you were obviously not only staying because of Narumi. You were staying because the thought of him being alone right now would hurt you incredibly hard.

"How are you feeling?"

"'M fine. I've also been fine before. The bleeding's stopped. Now go."

"You know that’s not what I meant."

You flinched at the sight of his upper body swiftly shooting up, his bangs falling back into their place and hiding the frown etched on his face. "Why do you care? Huh? I couldn't do anything. Couldn’t save him. So why do you-"

"Because I care about you, Gen. You, not the first division commander." you cut him off, your own composure slowly crumbling as you felt your eyes sting. "Because I know that you liked Isao a lot."

Narumi's chest heaved heavily and he wondered if, in midst of the silence that reigned in the room, you could hear the rapid pounding of his heart, a result of all the anger, sorrow and relief that he felt currently. Anger towards himself, sorrow because that was simply something you felt when you lost someone, and relief because- because of you? He was not sure but that seemed to be the only plausible explanation.

The breathy chuckle vibrating in his chest seemed rather anguished as he flopped back down on his back, the heels of his palms pressed against his eyes. "You've missed me that badly, huh?" he derided, yet proceeded to scooch over a tiniest bit. Another silent invitation for you.

"You wish." the string of tension hanging between you two seemed to diminish, especially once your head lay beside his, two pairs of eyes now hyperfixating the grey ceiling as if it was the most engrossing thing you've ever witnessed.

"How did the evacuation go?" Narumi asked reluctantly after a beat of slience but received only a light jerk of your shoulders, one of them brushing against his. "That many deaths?"

He had already been looking at you as you turned your head to look into an ocean of red, your own eyes glazing over at the images of all the bodies your troop and you had recovered today from beneath all the ruins and debris that had remained after the destruction of so many buildings. "Way too many."

The reason Narumi's body felt rigid now was not tension, but rather hesitancy. It was just a small gesture of comfort, right? It would not hurt? Maybe a bit ironic since you were the one who had appeared in his room to comfort him, but who was he to give a shit? Warmth creeped through the skin of your palm as you felt him wrap his hand around yours until his fingers weaved themselves through the crevices of your own cold ones.

"Missed me that badly, huh?" you repeated his words, the light crack in your voice, however, drowning the lightheartedness in your words. The fake overly exaggerated laugh emanating from him nearly pulled a smile at your lips, the knot in your chest loosening a tad bit.

"You're insufferable." Narumi muttered defeatedly, the light squeeze you felt around your hand feeling like anything but annoyance or loathing.

"Right. That's why you broke up with me, remember?"

His eyes widened momentarily at your statement. The reason he had broken up with you? Many things annoyed Narumi Gen. Headlines of Ashiro Mina in the news, Hasegawa when he dragged him to unnecessary meetings, people who were only talks without any real actions and strength behind their words- You had never been part of any of these things.

The only thing that had scared him away from you was he himself. He feared all the things that you made him feel; the love that you made him feel for you. He feared becoming too attached and the possibility that your death would not leave him indifferent. For God's sake, neither of you had simple nine to five jobs. Every single day you left your cabins in your suits, you instantly signed a contract that granted you a meeting with Death himself.

But as Narumi noticed your breaths becoming deeper and steadier, his free hand brushing a single strand of your soft hair behind your ear, he realized that life without you was one of the many things that annoyed him. He realized that not having you at all was worse than the constant risk of loosing you, and for once, he was glad that many people had a rather bad image of him. Because he also realized that being selfish had never felt better than now.

[iizuumi]

Side effects of wearing your sentient Kaiju suit too often ,,,,

[itznothingreally]

Imagine dying and getting isekai'd to your favorite character's world. You two become friends, fall in love, and then, all of a sudden, their world realizes an error, and you get killed off on your first anniversary with him. Then you wake up in your old body, realizing that you never died and that you survived but were comatose.

Everything that happened was merely a dream, a mirage of what you desire. Unbeknownst to you everything is real for them, your death is real for them. You lie there on the cold concrete, blood pooling underneath you. They rush over to you and caress your face gently as they call out your name desperately. They can't wrap their head around the fact that you were no longer here, one moment you were there smiling at them and the next, you were gone.

You sat on your hospital bed, clueless of the devastation you've left behind. Your dream was beautiful yet painful in the end. As days passed, you slowly forgot the dream and gradually recovered from your injuries, continuing on with your life.

What a tragic ending to your beautiful love story that you no longer remember.

[unorthodoxfaithxx]

Yandere Soshiro Hoshina SFW and NSFW headcannons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NSFW

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(stay tuned for some much needed Soshina smut!)

[kissagii]

Calm days are a foreign concept for defense force officers like Hoshina. If he’s not risking his life on a mission, he’s training, or working with recruits, or studying, or doing paperwork, or completing whatever other time-consuming task finds itself on his plate.

So when he somehow manages to get off work on time (instead of his usual few hours late), his first destination is your office.

“Hey there honey, you almost done?” Hoshina asks, peeking his head in through your door to find you working sleepily at your desk. You look up and smile at him the moment you recognize his playful tone. “Got a few more things to get done… you can come sit if you want.”

Hoshina takes the invitation immediately, pulling up your spare chair and sitting beside you, peering over your shoulder at the papers on your desk. He watches you work in silence for a minute before asking, “Can any of this wait ‘til tomorrow?”

“Most of it, probably,” You say softly. With a sigh, you take your eyes off your work and lean to rest your head on his shoulder. Hoshina’s calloused finger hooks under your chin, gently coaxing you to lift your head and meet his eyes. Abruptly he pecks you on the lips, grinning.

“I love you,” He says, smiling playfully in a way that shows his small fangs. In your moment of stunned confusion, he grips your face gently between two calloused palms. 

Before you can protest or ask what in the world he’s doing, he kisses you again and again and again and again, soft and fleeting, on your forehead and cheeks and nose and lips once more. You find yourself being pulled closer and closer to him with every moment. It’s impossible to read him and his sudden onslaught of affection: is it motivated by pure adoration, or is he just feeling a little silly? Either way, his kisses are a reprieve from a stressful schedule and it’s hard to imagine anything better.

Unable to stop yourself, you smile and kiss him on the lips just once. Your kiss is longer, lingering, drinking in the softness of Hoshina pressed against you. He’s so warm and tastes so intoxicatingly sweet, it’s addicting. Breaking the kiss is nearly impossible.

“Sou,” You giggle, pushing him away gently, “This is my office. What if someone walks in?”

“What’s the harm? It’s not like we’re doing anything naughty,” Hoshina pouts, still holding your face. “Unless… do you want to be doing something naughty?”

“Goddamn you Soshiro, just kiss me again.”

The vice-captain’s kisses are all grins and giggles, soft and playful, gentle hands and sweet lips melting into you. 

“You’re my favorite person ever,” He says between kisses, “So cute… and so tasty.”

If Hoshina could have his way, he’d have time to kiss you like this every single day: uninterrupted and in love, not worrying about kaiju or paperwork or recruits. Five days out of seven would be calm days in his perfect world, the other two full of kaiju just to keep things interesting. 

“I love you so much, honey bun.” Hoshina basks in the sweetness of the moment, the sweetness of your lips against his. He’d have it last forever if he could.

But perfect calm days don’t exist for defense force officers.

The door creaks open, then almost immediately slams shut once more. Hoshina sighs, then walks across the room to see who is responsible for the disturbance.

“WE’RE SORRY, VICE-CAPTAIN HOSHINA!” Two individuals in the hallway shout in sync – Iharu and Reno, by the sound of their voices.

The vice-captain dismisses them, and their hurried footsteps fade into the distance. Hoshina grins playfully when he reenters the room.

“C’mon honey, let’s go home before someone else comes looking for us.”

he makes me very happy :)

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Having To Patch Soshiro Up After A Kaiju Attack

Soshiro Hoshina X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Blood, injuries, mentions of death, teasing, and kaiju remains

Word Count: 1k

(A/N:) I am enjoying the Kaiju No. 8 anime immensely and it's giving me all sorts of ideas to write! I have several more Kafka ones in my drafts and I want to write more for several other of the male characters. So keep an eye out I may write your favorite dude! I'm also thinking about opening my requests back up in case anyone has any Kaiju No. 8 requests, even though my drafts are insanely full. We'll just see but until next time happy reading! ~Countess

The suits made by Izumo Tech were a marvel of innovation and technology. Designed to give the members of Japan's fiercest warriors; The Defense Force, a fighting chance against the Kaiju that plagued their country. But still the warriors were only human no matter how amazing the suit.

Your booted feet thundered against the broken asphalt, breath heaving in pants as you raced across the now quiet battlefield. Just seconds ago it was Hell on Earth as you and your fellow soldiers fought for your very lives. But now Kaiju matter was splattered against everything. It was going to be quite the mess for whatever cleaning crew was open to do the dirty job. The attacks had become more frequent here lately, that the few companies that specialized in Kaiju clean up were becoming overwhelmed to get the different attack sights back to some semblance of normalcy for the citizens. But even that problem was far back from your mind. Only one person had you running so hard after fighting so intensely. Soshiro had gone silent after dispatching some of the smaller ones with his blades. You knew he had sustained injuries, but for him to go quiet, it wasn't a good sign. There was closer Third Division officers nearby but you knew with whatever stamina you had left you could make it. Your worries taking over any rational thought in your mind.

Konomi echoed in your ear, leading you straight towards Soshiro's location. Her frantic directions wasn't doing much to calm your nerves, but as an officer you couldn't let your anxiety show.

"Just around this corner," Konomi said. You thanked her turning down your communication device as you skidded around a pile of rubble. There leaned up against what remained of a wall was Soshiro. He held his side, eyes closed, and protective mask discarded at his side. Though winded and exhausted from the long race here, you gripped your rifle tighter the sling hitting your neck and tangling in the wild strands of hair that had broken free. Blood coated Soshiro's face and the fact that he wasn't responding to footsteps coming closer was more than concerning. Fear was beginning to grip your heart, when you finally got at his side.

"Two cracked ribs and significant blood loss," Konomi's sudden voice through the comm caused you to jump. "He's not critical just yet but I do have the medics on route to your location."

"I can staunch the blood flow," you replied. "I'll try to get him conscious again too."

"Good idea. I'll keep monitoring his vitals and let you know if anything changes."

"Copy."

Unslinging the rifle from your neck, you set it close by in case any threats remained. You removed the small med pack from your belt and got to work. Tapping at his cheek, you started working on getting Soshiro awake. Several moments went by and it wasn't until you put pressure on one of his worse wounds did he finally groan.

"Vice Captain," you continued to pat his cheek. "Vice Captain Hoshina! Soshiro wake up!"

He stirred, bleary eyes blinking against the bright sunlight before his gaze finally found you.

"Welcome back to the land of the living sir," you sighed in relief.

"So I died," he groaned. "And here I thought I was immortal."

"Well you didn't die but you do have a long road to recovery. You're pretty banged up and look terrible. The Kaiju Captain blew to smithereens looks better than you."

"Officer (L/N)," Soshiro groaned more as you wrapped several wounds tightly in gauze, "did anyone ever tell you that your bedside manner is garbage?"

"We're out on the battlefield and you're not laying on a bed sir," you grinned before going back to placing pressure on a wound that was too large for bandages. "Beside manners don't exist out here."

"Fieldside manner then," he glared. "And if you press any tighter to my side you're going to stab my lungs with my ribs."

"That's not me. That would be your suit keeping you from jostling your cracked ribs."

"(Y/N)! Vice-Captain Hoshina's vitals seem to be stabilizing more. Medics are inbound and will be there shortly," Konomi updated you and you acknowledged her.

"You had me worried Soshiro," you sniffed, hands stained with his blood. You had turned your comm off so you could talk with him in private for just a moment. You both didn't have long anyway with the evac team so close by.

"Sorry," he grimaced. Righting himself up more he wrapped one arm around your neck and pulled you in tight. "I'm sorry I worried you so much. I take risks but this time my decision wasn't the right one."

You held him as best as you could without hurting him further, "I'm just so glad you're okay!"

You hated crying but the relief you felt, had you breaking down in seconds. Soshiro wasn't used to seeing you cry and it broke his heart. Always the strong soldier, you couldn't help yourself around him as you wanted him by your side forever.

"You're not hurt are you," Soshiro asked as he stroked the back of your hair.

"No." You breathed deep, calming yourself and wiped your eyes. "Does that mean that I have surpassed the great Soshiro Hoshina in skills?"

"Absolutely not. We both know that my blade skills leave everyone else in the dust," he scoffed.

"Yeah but I didn't decide to use my ribs to stop a kaiju punch."

"Shut up."

You laughed kissing his forehead quickly, as it was the only place not covered in blood, as the boots of the medics came closer.

"I'm glad you're okay," you whispered. Soshiro couldn't answer as he was suddenly surrounded by several medical officers. He nodded towards you as you picked your rifle back up and started to go join the other members of the Third Division. The battle wasn't over just yet as you needed to look for more survivors. But you felt the burden lift from your shoulders knowing that the man you loved was going to be okay and was in capable hands. The fight with the kaiju continued on but if you stayed by Hoshiro's side you felt like you both could make the world a better place together.

[hoshiina]

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

warnings: mentions dick and profanities in hoshina's

[zenokei]

— i. slow down ; narumi gen.

starring :: narumi gen x reader

wc :: 1.0k

tags :: mature themes, implied friends with benefits, reader is implied a member of the first division, frottage, making out, switch!narumi & switch!reader (dom!reader if you squint), word vomit, and part 1 of 2

synopsis :: narumi gen is used to quickies with you–as it’s more efficient. however, you show him just how good slowing down feels.

warning: r18, read at your own risk | part 2 – upcoming

narumi gen tosses and turns around his bed restlessly with thoughts of you coursing throughout inside him. 

he’s so needy tonight–narumi’s body is achingly hot because of how much he needs you.

despite his duties the following day, narumi drags himself out of his bed and urgently navigates to your room in order to knock on your door loudly. “hey! you’re awake, right?? wake up!” narumi annoyingly cups his hand on your wooden door, his words ringing through your room. “what?” when he takes sight of you begrudgingly opening your door with furrowed brows, he grins widely and ushers you inside. your feet are getting dragged as narumi pushes you further inside your room. confused, you turn around to look at him. “narumi-” yet, when you try to ask him, he beats you to it.

“i wanna fuck right now- can we fuck right now?”

“sorry?”

“...please say yes.”

“you woke me up for a quickie?” narumi repeatedly nods, a slight pout forming on his lips. you take a step closer to him, and just as narumi’s preparing himself for your approval, you push your finger sternly on his chest, limiting proximity. “no.” his pout drops into an annoying frown, then back into a deeper pout. “why not?” childishly, narumi starts poking at your shoulder rapidly, mimicking your stance. it causes you to sigh, looking at narumi with tired eyes. “not in the mood for a quickie.” seeing his posture slump at your reply, you only give him a half-assed apologetic look. 

“besides, it’s so late. i’d rather it be more intimate, you know?” it’s your turn to push narumi from behind, forcing him closer to your door in hopes of goodnight. “intimate? you mean-” narumi, with his eyes wide, turns back to look at you. “yeah. but i know that’s not really your thing, so…” you yawn, preparing to close your door on narumi’s face. however, narumi rushes forward, hands gripping your arms desperately. “that’s it? you’d let me fuck you tonight if it was longer?” your eyebrows quirk while your jaw goes slightly slack. you feel a tinge of tension rise around you when you see narumi’s gaze piercing through you. “narumi, i don’t think you get what i mean- and-”

“come on, then show me.”

suddenly, narumi’s face engulfs you: his messy hair brushing across your own skin as his mouth sloppily kisses you. your hands are trapped in front of him–directly over his chest–as your tongue takes in the taste of him. perhaps narumi’s letting you take the lead, although it doesn’t matter because your legs are moving back, and his are following wherever you take him.

being blind and deaf with only the senses of your intimate lust being known, it comes as a shock when the back of your calves thud against the mattress, making you flip around for narumi to be the one to lay down on your messy bed first. with a slight groan, narumi tries to sit up by your pillows when your kiss breaks apart; however, you straddle his lap, looming over narumi with a look of satisfaction.

“w-what?” narumi pants, the back of his hand wiping away the cool saliva drying all over his mouth. “enjoying?” you tease, sitting down just below his groin. “what do you…think?” you scoff out a laugh, inching yourself higher as you already know the answer. your body leans down closer to narumi, hands grazing past his sides until it reaches his neck–where you rest them as he shivers excitedly.

a soft moan manages to slip through his gritted teeth when you rub your lower body against his excruciatingly slow; narumi’s eyes wander down to where he sees his bulging erection getting covered by each mundane thrust of your clothed hips. unexpectedly, it overwhelms narumi–not once has he ever taken in such a sight of this view so unhurriedly. the repetitive scene of his needy dick getting humped leisurely by your warm lap has his ears ringing.

narumi’s hands reach down to your spread-out thighs, ironically trying to get you to slow down. “too fast?” you lighten your weight, bringing your hand up to comb narumi’s bangs higher up. however, when he realizes that you’re enticed with his flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes, he dares not look at your close bodies anymore. “hah! if you keep going this slow i think i’ll fall asleep.” your laughter rings once more, however, when narumi takes a glimpse of you, you’re leaning closer.

“whatever you say…” you mumble before licking his mouth to open; and narumi thinks he might lose it–because your tongue is so slow. every bit of your kiss, he feels its heat scatter across his body desperately. everything is simultaneously happening all at once: under his palms, he feels your warm lap drag against his; he feels your saliva mixing with his and dripping down his chin; and he fucking feels you ache while he’s underneath you–how could he not go undone at the very second?

concluding that it’s been longer than necessary–narumi couldn’t hold on for much longer. his hips thrusts itself to meet your patient ones halfway. with the added friction and desperation it introduced, muffled breaths of moans emitted out of intertwined mouths. a little satisfied, narumi squeezes your thighs, initially begging for more.

“c’mon, we don’t have all night-” narumi complains, his forehead starting to sweat from the heat as his body finds relief when he sits up from the bed, his hands dragging up to your waist–preparing himself to satiate himself on top of you. however, with a strong hand, you knock him back down on the bed, almost making narumi whine from denial.

“you asked me to show you how to go slow, narumi.” he lazily rolls his eyes and is perhaps accompanied by murmurs laced with annoyance you can barely hear as he sinks into the soft sheets. “i mean, if you really can’t take it…” you pout, idly tapping your fingers over his chest and up until the underside of his jaw–which you feel clench in aggravation. 

“i guess you’re just not good with this sort of thing-”

“the hell! you- i can take it! do whatever you want-”

“oh?”

“oh…”

© zenokei | do not repost, copy, or use my works.

[renard-dartigue]

May I interest you in a kaiju sandwich with Gen, Kafka, and Soshiro?

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

since you implied it…

Kikoru with an s/o who’s taller than her (5’6 is still > 5’1) and decides to just have a random duel with her just for the funs only to get absolutely DESTROYED by her in combat (I love women who can destroy me…in fights, no taking that out of context.)

(Kaiju No. 8) Kikoru sparring with her S/O

Honestly, imagine trying to pick a fight with ANYONE from the JDF. Quoth a certain scholar: "You finna die cuz, die real good."

Kikoru's S/O was not a part of the Defense Force, yet they insisted to her that they teach her some moves for "protecting themselves".

In actuality, they just wanted to see how they could stand up to their girlfriend, the answer being: not at all.

Especially given her stature, Kikoru does not seem physically intimidating at all.

But, that's before she throws the first punch.

In one flashy yet powerful move, Kikoru immediately grabs their arm, tosses them over her shoulder, and subdues S/O with her legs locked around their elbow, all the while she gives them a cheeky grin.

(Kikoru) "Not as easy as you thought, huh?"

And this was before she put her combat suit on.

Not that she'd actually put it on to use it against S/O. First of all, that would kill them given how strong she was, Kikoru didn't need any enhancements to kick S/O's ass.

Secondly, she would never want to actively hurt them, even if she was getting a little smug about the fact S/O couldn't land a single punch.

But that stemmed from a drive to protect them and everyone around her.

Kikoru would sooner die than let any harm come to S/O, Kaiju or otherwise.

And so, she had to be this strong. If she couldn't even protect them without the suit, then she had no place in the Defence Force.

Seriousness aside, this did allow Kikoru to enjoy some quality time, even if said quality time resulted with S/O being sore.

...

(S/O) "Ack, man, you hit hard!"

Kikoru puffs her chest out pridefully at the remark as she waves a hand nonchalantly with a smile.

(Kikoru) "Oh please! You know what me hitting hard actually looks like. Besides, I recall this being your idea anyway."

(S/O) "Got me there, I guess...But, it's really impressive how strong you are. Makes me feel safer knowing I have you!"

Kikoru remained silent at that for a moment, her glance trailing downwards to the floor.

Though she didn't stutter, those brief few seconds of silence made S/O turn to her.

(Kikoru) "Well, I plan to be the best of the best! Nothing less than perfect is going to satisfy me, S/O."

(S/O) "..."

S/O extended their hand to pat her on the head, making her freeze up.

(S/O) "Make sure you still watch out for yourself, okay? You may be really strong, but I still worry anytime I see you get hurt-"

With her face turning red, she quickly spins around and any composure she had vanished instantly.

(Kikoru) "Y-YOU ASKING FOR ME TO THROW YOU DOWN TO THE FLOOR AGAIN!? Don't just suddenly touch my head like that, my reflexes might kick in!"

(S/O) "Hah, right."

Amusingly enough, Kikoru didn't move their hand yet.

And upon realizing that fact, Kikoru grabbed their wrist the moment she felt her hair being ruffled again.

(Kikoru) "Stop doing that!"

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Gen Narumi's significant other.

Imagine being the oldest child of the Shinomiya family as well as one of the strongest troops within the JAKDF but unlike others who goes on teams and squads, you prefer going alone. That was until he came along, Gen Narumi. Looking back, he was really an annoying piece of shit. "What are you thinking about?" There was the sound of his console all over his room. "Thinking how annoying you actually are." You sigh, started picking up trash in his office room. "Too bad for you. I'm your annoying bastard fore- AHHHHH MY RANK!"

Imagine attending interviews on his behalf, only to get mad you for getting all the attention he should be getting. In the end you could only roll your eyes at him as you toss him a parcel box. "Are you an idiot? If you want to get some attention then why don't you attend them yourself? It wasn't even as bad as you thought em to be." "How tiring." "Hurry up and open that shit, let's play." To be honest, he was not mad for the attention are getting, rather he was annoyed and the malicious comments on the internet about you and does not know what to feel about the people saying how attractive you are.

Imagine, the two of you never really had a sweet relationship. After all, the two of you started off as competitive idiots going for each others throat into lovers constantly going for each other throats. The competition on who was the strongers never went away. It was the two of you who kept hyping each other up as if that was your love language and maybe it was. So when you father died while you were away the country doing some solo missiom somewhere in the pacific. He just stand there next to you. You knew how important you father to him, he was both your mentor and to Gen, he was almost a father figure. So he stand there right next to you, fingers intertwined as if it was enough, because it is. It was enough.

"I request for backup, what are you doing here?" He raise a brow at you as he was busy taking down a huge ass kaiju. "I am the back up, Gen." "The acting commander down on the battle field themselves? Don't you have some other business to do?" "I was bored sitting down behind the scene. Being in here is much better." You laugh before approaching him and grabbing him by the cheeks. "Take care of yourself better dumbass." You wipe away the remaining blood marks on his cheeks. "Don't die before me."

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

[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 ^^

[iceclew]

Kaiju No 8 - Movie Cast AU part 2

(where they are actors filming the anime) 'cause I'm not bored about it yet. I love my Kaiju dump :3

Also Bonus: