#kn8 drabble

[voidcat]

Narumi Gen likes seeing you dolled up and all dressed but I think what really gets to him is the absolute bliss of domesticity and seeing you in everyday clothes, clothes you wear around the house, comfort ridden tshirts where the neck is too loose or sweatpants where the elastic band no longer tightens and holds up like it once did

I think it all stems from his home life and childhood- or lack of it in a way. He craves that type of close proximity, to be so at ease and peace with someone that you willingly, without thinking, share all of you with him.

Sure you look hot as hell with expensive clothes that bring out your best angles but the fuzzy hoodie with cat ears at top sends an arrow to his heart. Your eyes will be sleep ridden, you’ll let out a big yawn and stretch and the glimpse of your worn out underwear’s band just sends butterflies to his stomach.

Sure that shirt and the cleavage detail raises the temperature in the room but that sweater you’re wearing, that’s not quite fitting of your form, that, upon close inspection he is positive is from his wardrobe makes him feel things like no other.

[naruumigen]

gen narumi most certainly isn't what one would consider a "romantic". hell, he hardly has anything nice to say to anyone even platonically, let alone romantically.

but these past few days have been almost...weird? you couldn't quite pinpoint it but something changed in gen's attitude towards you. he started holding your hand more often when out in public, placing his head on your shoulder while he was playing one of his games, even going so far as sharing bits of his food with you.

why he was suddenly acting so different, you weren't entirely sure, were you going to complain, though? most definitely not.

[grapefives]

PEER PLEASURE | DB

hoshina x m!reader

req. — reader lets it slip that he’s worn a skirt before.

all of you were talking about the defense force uniforms. someone had jokingly mentioned how adding a skirt would look cute. the superiors technically want the uniform to be similar for everyone and fitting, you had slipped.

“we could do half skirts, it’s a fashion trend now.” you say casually.

“where the hell is that a fashion trend.” someone asks, laughing.

hoshina’s eyes are boring into you. he’s unsure why a comment as that would slip from your lips. you’ve never seemed interested in fashion.

you shrug at your peers comment, “nothing wrong with being so iconic we add a half skirt.”

“i’m for sure not wearing half a skirt, fuck that.” someone else says.

your eyes narrow, smile teasing on your lips. “what? scared all the kaiju would want to mate you instead of fight you?”

the room fills with laughter and oos. hoshina can’t help but bust out laughing, leaning into you to brace himself.

“yah, baby, would joking aside, i don’t think a skirt would be accepted.” he says softly, everyone else returning to the topic at hand.

“i know, i was just playing,” you smile.

“sounded very serious though,” he teases, eyeing you.

with a soft expression, you say, “just thought that wearing a skirt again wouldn’t be so bad.”

he blinks. “eh?”

his y/n is saying what now? he stares at you for a while and you pause.

“…what-“

“you’ve worn one before?”

“wanted to feel pretty.” you joke.

he frowns, “but you are! hey, maybe you should show me a fit with a skirt on, since you’re so into fashion.” he smiles, leaning into you again.

“whatever my baby wants,” you grin, placing a soft peck on his lips before returning to the meeting at hand.

he can’t help but feel giddy. he loves you so much, he’ll always support you.

[wttcsms]

talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things !!

ᝰ.ᐟ after narrowly avoiding a kaiju attack unharmed, you think you’ve gotten away unscathed until you start feeling an unfamiliar, unsatiable heat building inside of you. it’s almost similar to the funny butterflies you get in your tummy when you see your older brother’s rival, third division vice captain soshiro hoshina. and wouldn’t you know it: you just so happen to cross paths with him. ( fem!reader )

pairing soshiro hoshina x reader word count 4.8k content contains soft dom!hoshina, slight love confessions, narumi's younger + civilian sister!reader, creampie, forbidden romance-ish, you two get caught by narumi in the end, sex pollen, biting (please look at hoshina's lil fangs & tell me he ISN'T a biter) kinktober masterlist

You’re in trouble. 

Gen always said you had a knack for getting yourself into situations. You always got in trouble back in school because one student would act up and make a mess, escaping in time, leaving you as the only person for the teacher to catch. Or, someone would break something in a store, and you’d be the unsuspecting customer to happen to walk down the aisle the same time the manager comes by to investigate. In a pay-it-forward chain, you naturally get stuck in front of the person with a 10-people group order, and you’ve always been too kindhearted (and people pleasing) to break the chain… 

Needless to say, it isn’t that you have a knack for getting yourself into trouble. It’s just that you always happen to find yourself at the wrong place at the wrong time. 

In your defense, your neighborhood isn’t just relatively safe — it’s as safe as can be. Gen’s the one who vetted it out for you in the first place, still a little annoyed that his little sister wants to play at being independent. Do you know how dangerous it is for a young woman to live alone in this city? He told you, before complaining that you’re one of the biggest headaches in his life. 

He says this, but he’s the one who patrolled your neighborhood for the two weeks leading up to you moving in. He’s the one who scaled the apartment complex and made sure the security measures were up to par. He’s the one who accessed all records of nearby kaiju attacks and took in the statistical data with careful consideration before finally agreeing that you could live here. You know your older brother cares. It’s why you always try to practice caution in your everyday life. The last thing you want is to be an inconvenience for him. 

This, you think nervously, goes a bit beyond a mere inconvenience. 

Right in front of the gates of your well-protected, super-safe luxury apartment complex is a kaiju. 

And while you and Gen might share the same genes, there are some differences between you and your older brother. The most important one right now being the fact that while he’s the captain of the First Division in the Defense Force, you’re just a civilian. 

A civilian who always finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

You’re not sure how long the monster’s been here, nor are you going to bother sticking around to find out. You have no clue when the Defense Force is going to dispatch, and you happen to be the only unlucky soul outside right now. The kaiju’s already detected your presence, and you fumble for the bracelet on your wrist, searching desperately for the emergency button on the wristband. Gen had gotten this custom-made for you. The minute you activate the button, Gen’s notified of your location. It’s an in-case-of-emergency-only, and you’ve never felt the need to use it before. Until now.

You take a few steps back, almost stumbling on the pavement, palming at your bracelet, letting out a sigh of relief as you find the tiny button. And then your heart drops as you realize just how bad your luck is.

The button’s jammed. 

Because of course it would be. 

Because you just always have to constantly be in trouble, don’t you? 

The last thing you can think about before your impending doom is that you hope Gen won’t be too upset. Everyone thinks your older brother is childish and sometimes hard to deal with, but you know him best. If only you were a bit more like him; maybe then you wouldn’t feel so resigned to your fate.

“[Name]? Whaddya doin’?” Casually dropping by — no, literally dropping onto the pavement — is none other than Third Division Vice Captain Soshiro Hoshina. 

On one hand, you’re happy he’s here. You are definitely not dying today. On the other hand… Why did it have to be him of all people? It’s one thing to have a near-death experience, but to have it in front of your longtime crush? You honestly wished the kaiju got a hit on you. Nothing fatal; just enough to have you in a coma, or better yet, turn you into an amnesiac so you never have to relive this moment in your memories. 

“H-Hoshina?” You squeak out. He gives you a concerned look before turning all of his attention to the kaiju, brandishing his swords in one swift, fluid movement. 

You’ve seen footage of Hoshina fighting before, even going out of your way to search up news footage of the Third Division’s missions just to catch a glimpse of the Vice Captain. You’re used to the way Gen fights; hard and fast, sometimes a bit flashy. He’s hard to miss when he’s hauling his almost cartoonishly big bayonet attached to his massive rifle. Maybe it’s crush bias, but you admire the way Hoshina fights. With him, he’s all lithe muscle and agility. There’s a sort of beauty to the way he fights, moving like a dancer, every arc and stroke of his twin blades purposeful. 

Despite the size of the beast in front of you, a muscular mass of pink and purple flesh, Hoshina makes quick work of it. So quick, in fact, that he doesn’t think to consult the command and support center as he digs his blades into its body, landing fatal cuts that take down the kaiju—

—and allowing its massive body to emit a strange violet gas that quickly starts to spread all over the scene. The scent of it is sickeningly sweet, and it overwhelms you.

Eyes wide, Hoshina sprints to your side, tugging at his own mask as if he’s about to force you to put it on, but you shake your head. You’re coughing, inhaling the mysterious vapor the now-dead kaiju is emitting, but you feel fine enough to start walking to the gate of your apartment.

“Fuck.” Hoshina curses, rushing to your side, gripping your left arm as you finish punching in the gate code. “Hey, are you hurt anywhere? D’you feel weird, funny, anything?” 

His concern for you is making you feel embarrassed, but it’s not like that’s the answer he’s searching for. 

“I’m fine, really.” You force a smile. “I’m safe now, all thanks to you. I’m sure Gen’s going to have a lot to say about this.” You roll your eyes, trying to lighten the mood, but Hoshina’s red eyes are staring deep into your own. He’s not laughing. In fact, this is one of the rare moments where you’ve ever seen the Vice Captain so serious. 

“Let me walk ya up to your apartment, at least. Just in case somethin’ happens.” 

You want to tell him that you’re pretty sure there’s no other kaijus lurking around in the hallway of your complex, ready to strike, but you can tell he’s stubborn. And besides, later at night, when you’re all alone and falling asleep to fantasies about a world where Soshiro Hoshina likes you just as much as you like him, you’ll romanticize the fuck out of him being so concerned for your safety.

Because at the end of the day, it’s Hoshina’s job to protect the defenseless citizens like you. He’d do this for any other person who has bad luck like you. It’s not like he’s walking you back, concerned for your safety, purely because it’s you.

Following your string of bad luck is the fact that the elevators are currently out of order. Fantastic.

You turn to him. “Um, I don’t really think walking up almost a dozen flight of stairs is in your job description. You can just leave me here, really! I’ll even call my brother, just in case you think something bad might happen to me in the five minutes you leave me alone.” 

“Don’t be silly, Junior.” This time, Hoshina does flash you his normal, teasing smile. The one that you fell head over heels for back on the primary school playground. The gesture is enough to make you almost ignore the way he brings up that stupid nickname. Junior. Narumi Junior — that’s who you are to him. His rival’s annoying little sister, always faithfully trailing behind her older brother, never saying a word when Gen starts throwing insults his way. “Just ‘cause I’m not captain of the First Division doesn’t mean I can’t handle a few flight of stairs. Ya doubtin’ me?” 

You shake your head, biting down on your bottom lip. Hoshina’s just being nice, you tell yourself. And you have to keep repeating this mantra in your head as you dutifully follow a step behind him on the stairs. 

You’ve noticed it before, but you’ve never been this close up ‘til now. Hoshina’s uniform fits him very well. The black fabric of the suit only serves to emphasize the lean muscles he’s spent years training, his Defense Force-issued boots only serve to announce every step he takes, even the gas mask he wears to protect himself — all of it just suits him so well. 

You try to ignore the flicker of heat lighting up your core, something a little bit more intense than the little flutter of butterflies you normally get when you’re next to Hoshina. You just have to make it back to your apartment, you reason. You’ll make it back to your apartment, and you can lay down on your bed, and then you’ll have all the time in the world to think about how nice Hoshina looks in his uniform, and how special you feel that he’s personally escorting you home. 

But the growing heat within you becomes harder to ignore, and you can’t quite control your labored breaths, not from the walk upstairs but from the fact that you truly do feel hot. Hot, and dizzy, and downright desperate for some relief. Something isn’t right, you realize. And Hoshina catches on quick, too, especially when your knees buckle and you nearly fall until he catches you in his arms. 

He says your name so seriously, you’re almost snapped out of whatever weird daze you’re in. “What’s the matter? What’s wrong?” His eyes scan your weakened body before pulling you closer to him. In a second, he’s lifting you up, carrying you bridal style as he starts to sprint up the stairs. You know there’s a time and place for everything, but you can’t help but admire the fact that Hoshina can carry you while running up several stories and he’s not even breaking a sweat. 

The thought of this makes your core grow warmer, and you wriggle a bit in his hold. 

“We’re almost to your apartment, don’t worry.” He reassures you, tightening his grip on you. Hoshina is holding you so close to him that with every inhale, you breathe him in. He smells of musky cologne and something familiar from your childhood, like mochi and other sweets. It’s a funny mix, but it suits him. You find yourself snuggling even closer to him, and if you were in your right state of mind, you would be screaming at yourself for being so bold. But the heat inside of you, it’s seeking him out. 

“I need your key, [Name].” He tells you, and despite the way he’s clearly in a rush, he’s still patient and sweet with you. 

You shamelessly bury the front of your face into his chest, trying to avoid him as you admit, “I must’ve dropped it.” 

He swears, but it’s not at you. “That’s okay.” He tells you, even though you’re proving to be a very inconvenient girl. “Hey, who pays for this apartment?” 

“Gen.” You sheepishly admit. You offered to pay the rent, but he’s the one who chose the insanely expensive penthouse for you. One of you is making a Captain-level salary, and it’s damn sure not you. It only makes sense he’d cover rent. 

“Good.” Hoshina says, before promptly kicking open your door.

And again, time and place for everything, but you can’t help but get a little too excited at his show of strength. 

Hoshina sets you down gently on your bed, frowning as he takes you in. 

“What’s the matter? You need to tell me how you’re feelin’, or else I can’t help you, okay?” 

Hoshina’s being so gentle with you, it’s enough to make your heart soar and ache all at once. He leans down, pressing a cool hand to your forehead. You must feel normal enough, because he doesn’t make a comment, even though you feel like you’re burning up. 

You know what’s the matter. 

You want Soshiro Hoshina in a way a woman wants a man. 

“...hot…” You finally mutter out, squirming on top of your sheets. “I‘m hot.” 

“Hot?” Hoshina’s confused for a few seconds, until he watches the way you press your thighs together, your tiny fingers tugging at your clothes, the way you bite down on the bottom of your lip before peering up at him curiously, trying to see if he understands you. 

It hits him all at once. A kaiju that’s a blend of pink and purple, the sweet scent its gas emitted. This is a rare type of kaiju; the one that boosts one’s pheromones, turns its victim delirious with lust. The only way to help, really, is for the affected person to be truly satiated. 

He knows it’s wrong to think of Narumi’s little sister like this, but Hoshina would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about you writhing on a bed, wantonly calling out his name, begging for him to give you relief that you can’t find from anyone else. He dreams about it, really. Not just the sex, but everything that encompasses taking care of you. He wants to make sure that you’re always well taken care of, always safe, always protected. This isn’t the Third Divison’s territory, y’know. But between patrol breaks, Hoshina finds himself around your neighborhood just on the off chance that something bad happens. It’s a good thing he was there today. 

And it’s his lucky day, he thinks, that he’s here with you now.

No other man would treat you as well. No other man would be able to satiate you.

“Let me help you, baby.” The pet name rolls off easily on his tongue. He’s so used to teasing you, careful to avoid saying your name too much. He saves his reverent groans of your name for when he’s pumping his cock in the darkness of his room. “I know exactly what you need.” 

“Hoshina.” You moan out, and he swallows hard at how desperate you sound for him. “I need you so bad.”

“It’s the kaiju.” He mutters, getting on the bed with you, balancing himself on his knees. He’s towering over you from this angle, and you look up at him. “The kaiju’s gas acts as a… bit of a sex pollen, really. And I can help ya combat the effects, but I— I can’t take advantage of ya. You’re Narumi’s precious lil’ sister. It’d be wrong.” He’s trying to talk some sense, but you’re immediately frowning. 

“Nuh uh.” You whine out, pouting. And it’s thanks to the kaiju that you have lowered your inhibitions, because you would never admit this out loud otherwise. “I always want Vice Captain Hoshina like this.” 

Fuck. You know just how to drive a man crazy.

“Usin’ my title?” He grins, leaning down to get his face closer to yours. “Good girl. Ya mind your manners, don’t ya?” 

And he rewards you with a kiss. 

The kiss turns hungry, desperate. You’re tilting your head up a bit to try to capture his lips some more, even though the two of you are already as close as can be. You two are a mess of tongue and teeth by the time you have to struggle for oxygen, and as he reluctantly pulls back, there’s even a thin string of saliva still connecting the two of you. 

“So, ya always wanted me, huh?” The thought that the girl of his dreams could possibly want him as much as he wants her turns him on like nothing else. He must be dreaming, he decides. And then he thinks, he doesn’t fucking care if this is a dream or not. If he gets to fuck you boneless, then he trusts in himself to never wake up. “Whaddya like about me so much?” 

He’s just teasing you now. He’s always teasing you. It’s what he’s good at. You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you shyly admit, “I’ve always liked you. Even before you got the fancy uniform and your rank. You’re funny and sweet and you care about others.” Even in your sex-focused mind, the genuine feelings you harbor for Hoshina shine through. This catches him off guard. 

You might be under the effects of the kaiju’s vapor, but the sweet girl he’s fallen for is still laying down right underneath him. It’s not just lust for you. There’s genuine love.

“Fuck, I’m gonna treat you so well.” He peppers kisses all over your face; your cheeks, your eyelids, your jawline, teasing you ‘til he finally, finally, plants a kiss on your swollen lips again. 

He makes quick work of your clothes, committing the sight of your bare body to his memory. He tells you you’re beautiful, and he means it. You want to tell him to stop trying to charm you, but then he’s immediately going down on you, digging his fingers into the plush of your thighs as he spreads them apart, forcing you to open yourself up to him.

You’re caught off guard, but your body screams in relief as you watch Hoshina get eye-level with your cunt. He licks his lips before glancing up at you. 

“Such a cute pussy my lil’ civvie baby has.” Civvie — Hoshina never lets you forget that you’re a civilian, but you don’t know it yet (you will, eventually), but Hoshina’s never actually been bothered about this fact. Actually, he takes pride in the idea that he’ll be the one to take care of you, the one to keep you safe. 

Right now, though, he’s tasked with being the one who makes sure you’re satiated.

You have the prettiest pussy Hoshina’s ever, and as his mouth descends onto your waiting heat, he determines that you’ve got the sweetest taste, too. You let out cute, little mewls that only motivate him to devour you some more, and he groans into your pussy as he laps at your arousal, your juices seeming to never stop flowing. 

Your body arches up, and Hoshina has to apply pressure to his grip on your thighs, to force you back down so he can continue licking at your cunt at his own hungry pace. When bucking your hips fails, you find yourself losing control of your body, your legs spasming, your thighs clamping down on his head. Your fingers tangle themselves into the thick, dark strands of Hoshina’s hair, and he thinks you’re trying to suffocate him with your pussy.

What a way to go, honestly. 

He manages to lift his head up, cheeks flushed from the heat in between your thighs, chin and lips wet with your juices. “Ahh.” He smacks his lips, licking up traces of your slick that his tongue can reach. “My civvie has the sweetest pussy in the world.” He inserts a finger into your wet hole, and you literally yelp. Your walls hungrily clamp down on his single digit, and he laughs. 

“D’ya want more?” He sounds innocent enough, almost as if he isn’t leisurely fucking you with one finger. “‘Cause I can give ya more. All ya have to do is ask.”

“Pl-ease.” The word comes out in broken syllables. You clutch at his bicep, nails digging into the material of his combat suit. It’s because he still has his uniform on that he can’t really feel you. 

“Who are ya askin’?” He teases, pumping his finger at the same agonizingly slow pace he’s been giving you. You keep clenching around him, your body making it obvious who you’re hungry for. 

“I-I’m asking Vice Captain Hos— Soshiro.”

You say his title, and he feels himself tightening in his combat suit. You say his name, and his heart nearly skips a beat.

Oh, he’ll give you everything he’s got, now.

The intrusion of three fingers inside your cunt catches you off guard, and he swallows up that shocked moan of yours by slotting his mouth against yours, kissing you with a vigorous passion that has you realizing that maybe Soshiro just might like you back. 

He spreads his fingers while they’re buried deep inside your cunt, trying to desperately stretch out your pussy, get you nice and wet and ready to take his cock. 

“Ah! Wait! No, ‘Shiro, please!” You protest as he pulls his fingers out, licking and savoring the taste of your essence. You were about to cum, and he knew it. 

He plants a rather chaste kiss on your forehead before telling you, “You hafta ask me to cum, okay? Can my little civvie baby get that in her head?” 

You nod weakly, sniffling a bit as you’re disappointed from your stolen orgasm. 

“Hey,” he taps on your cunt gently, but with just enough firm pressure to make you understand you have to look at him, to listen to his commands. “When your Vice Captain tells ya somethin’, ya need to answer. Where’s my baby’s manners?” 

“S-sorry, Vice Captain.” You look up at him, teary-eyed. “Can I please cum?” 

“Aw, you’re askin’ me so sweetly, it’s hard to say no to you.” But from the familiar mischievous glint in his eyes, it’s clear what his answer is. “But today, you’re only gonna be able to cum all over my cock.” 

Hoshina makes no effort to take off his clothes fully. The uniform that you admire him in is only being pulled out of the way rather than completely off. Hoshina messes with the bottom half, pulling at the suit until he can free his cock. He’s already hard, and he pumps his cock a few times, using the fingers covered in his spit and your slick to act as lube. 

“See how hard your Vice Captain is? My little civvie got me all fired up.” There’s a feral, crazed look in his eyes as he stares down at you, at how your legs are spread and your pussy is so wet. “This is what you wanted the whole time, huh? You wanted to be stuffed full of my cock. Poor baby.” His tone is mocking, but it only makes your hole clench at nothing. You’re so heartbreakingly empty of him that you’ll do anything to make sure he gives you what he promised. “I know, you must be all hot and bothered right now. Pussy so empty, waitin’ for me, huh?” 

You nod, tears streaming down your face. Hoshina chuckles at the sight. He hasn’t even fucked you properly yet, and you’re already a mess. Fuck, he loves you so much. 

When he presses the tip of his cock to your entrance, your pussy is instantly swallowing him up, greedy for more of him. So he gives in, because the two of you have clearly been wanting and waiting for this for so long, why bother dragging it out any further?

“A-ah.” Your legs are trembling as your pussy engulfs more and more of Hoshina’s thick cock. “It’s too big.” You whine out, more tears falling as you take him in completely, his whole entire cock buried deep inside of you, throbbing impatiently, insisting that he pins you down and fucks you hard and fast.

“It’ll be okay.” He reassures you, rubbing comforting circles on your hip. “I’ll make ya feel so good. Ya just gotta relax for me, baby. Remember? You’re the one who wanted this so badly.” He coos, moving his hand to rub at your clit, the little nub hardening for him. “Good girl, atta girl, that’s my precious civvie. Doin’ so good for me; I knew you would.” He praises you when he feels you start to move your hips a bit, begging for movement now, and he kisses your cheek when he feels your pussy yielding to his cock. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby.” 

He doesn’t wait for you to answer.

“You feel so good.” He grunts this directly in your ear, which rewards him with a cute little whimper from you, and the feel of your pussy clamping down on him, tightening and preening at the praise. He’s holding himself up by his elbows, his face so close to your own as he fucks you, just like how he promised he would. It’s sweetly intimate this way, and you love it. He can tell.

“Your pussy feels so good around my cock. So tight. So fuckin’ wet.” His thrusts are deep, powerful. His cock seems to reach into the depths of your pussy, and you don’t think you’ll ever recover. You don’t think you want to. 

You curl your arms around his neck, bringing him even closer to you. Your string of moans and broken sobs of his name haven’t stopped flowing from your lips, and the pleasure is so overwhelming, so good, so Hoshina. You don’t realize what he’s planning on doing until it’s too late. He licks at the soft skin between your shoulder and neck, deciding which spot he wants to mark up first, before taking his sharp canines, the ones you love so much, and digging them deep into your flesh. 

“Ah!” The pain bleeds in with the pleasure. The sting of his bite is heightened when he nuzzles your neck with his nose endearingly, almost as an apology, before he bites down in a different spot. Marking his territory. 

It feels so good in such a foreign way, you forget what your Vice Captain told you. If you want to cum, you have to ask. But he’s making you feel so good, your climax comes without warning. Your walls tighten up around him, and he can feel you, can feel you creaming around his cock like the dirty, disobedient girl you are.

“What did I tell ya?” He growls, looking down at where the two of you are connected. He pulls out a bit, just to stare at the ring of white encircling his cock. “Hm?” He takes a hand to grab at your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Is my little civvie so fucked dumb her brain doesn’t work anymore? I thought I told ya that if you wanted to cum, you better ask my permission.”

“I’m s-sorry!” You gasp out. “B-but you made me feel… Felt too good, I didn’t know I was going to!” You’re crying again now, and he almost feels bad. Instead, he likes this power he has over you, and he’s back to being his usual, teasing and mocking self. 

“Aw, did I break you?” He coos sweetly, pounding into your pussy with a fervor he hasn’t exhibited before. Your eyes widen when you realize he still has on his combat suit. He’s drawing out his strength from the suit, using it to fuck into you even harder. “S’okay, baby. No need to cry. I’m not mad at ya.” 

His hips stutter when he’s ready to finish. His thrusts falter in its usual pinpoint precise movements, and he drags your body towards him, pushing you deep onto his cock as he groans out your name. The heat of his cum fills your twitching, sensitive cunt, and you think you could probably cum again just from the pleasure of having Vice Captain Soshiro Hoshina fill you up. 

“Ah, fuck.” He breathes out, leaning his forehead against your own, panting a bit, his chest rising and falling. “You drive me crazy, ya know that?” 

You let out a weak giggle, equally breathless. Your mind feels a lot clearer now, the heat within you subsiding greatly. You wrap your legs around his slim waist, refusing to let him go even though he refuses to leave you in the first place. He looks like he’s about to say something until a familiar, booming voice comes from the front of your apartment.

“[Name]?” Gen calls out, his footsteps indicating that he’s coming closer. “[Name], where are you?” 

Your eyes widen in shock and fear, the cute afterglow of the moment officially ruined, all thanks to your annoying older brother. Hoshina is quick when he pulls the covers of your bed over your naked body, and he’s adjusting his combat suit as Gen makes it to your bedroom. 

You shut your eyes, not wanting to witness the expression on your brother’s face.

“Oh, Narumi.” Hoshina says brightly. “Funny runnin’ into you here.”

[myblusie]

— ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ | ɢᴇɴ ɴᴀʀᴜᴍɪ​ ⨾ 鳴海弦

ଳ content: gen narumi boyfriend headcanons ft. jealousy ♡

ଳ pairing: gen narumi x reader

ଳ word count: 300~

Jealous? Gen doesn't get jealous. Why would he? He's the best at everything—gaming, using a gun, hand-to-hand combat, you name it. He's fearless and strong. What's the use of being jealous when he's closer to being a God than a mortal?

At least, that's what he tells himself to ease his ego. But Gen gets jealous, like extremely jealous, when it comes to you.

However, unlike Soshiro, who is more subtle about it, Gen announces his jealousy to the world. Even though he constantly denies it, his actions say otherwise, and they are loud and clear.

"Who's that?" Gen would ask the moment he saw you laughing a little too loud and a bit too happy with another man. His eyes would be glaring daggers at the poor man.

"Don't tell me you're getting jealous over some small talk." You countered, ignoring his question completely. And this hurts his ego, like an arrow to his heart. "I'm not jealous," he'd huffed, scowling at you before he stomped away, mumbling words that he isn't jealous because he's the best at everything.

Oh, but you forget that Gen is super petty.

He would ignore you and pretend to be the cool and mysterious boyfriend for a while until another officer flirted (made a funny joke) with you, and he lost it completely.

He suddenly joins the first division's training and sits in his office chair. Except he forced you to forgo training and have you sit in his lap while he watched the officers train. He is being petty and showing exactly who you belong to.

For someone like Gen, he requires a lot of attention. So he gets jealous when you choose to have dinner with another fellow officer instead of him, claiming that you're not spending time with him (The both of you were tangled in bed before you left).

And when you’re giving attention to someone else, he's jealous and upset, and he'll do anything to get your attention like provoking you. He’d yawn dramatically and drape his arm over your shoulder, saying, "Remember when I saved your life last week? Good times." (He didn’t).

As much as he talks about not being jealous, he is, and his ego gets hurt often, so reassuring him would be a daily routine.

[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!)

[hoshiina]

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

summary: he still dreams of you and wishes for another chance to make you his, some lines are inspired by hakujitsu by king gnu

warnings: reader is rather lively/bubbly,

notes: TYSM FOR 100 !!!, a/n (yapping) in tags

wc: 1800

Hoshina Soushirou still dreamt of you. Every once in a while, you’d come to visit him in his sleep and it would make him believe that a miracle had occurred, that he had another chance. Every time, he would tell himself that he would never let this go, that he would give it his absolute all this time.

Yet, every time, he would wake up from this dream.

And every time, he would feel his heart drop at the realization of that. He was disappointed, and he knew, but there was no reason to be. It wasn't like anything had happened between the two of you. He liked to believe there was something going on— something more than mere acquaintances or friends, but he knew there wasn't. It must've been all in his head because the last time he had heard of you was before you were moved to the first division. He hadn't heard a single word from you since then, nor has he said anything— but that was just the way it was. There was nothing to do at this point anyway.

He wasn’t with you for all that long, and it was probably just the fact that both of you joined at the same time that naturally started the first conversation. He was far more weary of everything and far less cheerful at the time, and you didn't even work with him most of the time being a researcher, but you didn’t mind that one bit. If you had something you wanted to say, you would tell him and he’d just have to listen. At first, he had no idea why you kept talking to him when he paid hardly any mind, but after a while, he found comfort in your conversations. He had started to look forward to talking to you.

It had only been a few months before the defense force noticed how spectacular your work was and quickly called you over to the first division. There wasn’t a tearful farewell, or even a casual goodbye for that matter. You disappeared along with a cheerful ‘I’ll see you around!’ while you were moving your boxes out and he would hear those words ring in his head for the years to come— in your voice. Yet, at the time, all he could do was force a smile and nod.

It had been so many years since you had moved, he didn’t even know what you looked like now. Probably still stunning. Definitely still stunning. Although he had the chance to see the 1st division officers a lot, you were a researcher who worked behind the scenes. Naturally, there was no reason he'd bump into you, and he didn’t. He never did.

He loved to remember you, but he hated to think about you. He loved to remember the way you would laugh at his silly jokes, the way you would ramble on about the work you had to do daily but would still put in your all, and the way you would always visit him with some cold tea when he trained late into the night if you were still up as well. Actually, he hated thinking about the tea— it would make him start thinking about you. He would think about how you were now, if you were still pilled with work, and if you remembered him.

If he bumped into you, would you remember his name? Maybe if he cracked a lame joke. Maybe if he gave you a few days to think about it. Maybe if he started listing the things you talked about— his most treasured memories. Maybe then you’d say his name again.

See? This is why he hated thinking about you— he had things to be doing.

It wasn't like this happened everyday and it wasn't that big of a deal. It just ruined his day a little when it did happen. So if he had to say, he hated dreaming of you.

As you took over his thoughts again, the emergency alarm started to buzz, as if to tell him to snap out of it. He was thankful, he couldn't still be daydreaming like this.

A smaller-sized identified grade kaiju had appeared near the first division quarters, so the third division was doing more backup work this time. Hoshina was taking care of the smaller kaiju in the vicinity that had spawned from the presence of the honju. It felt nice for him to be doing work, it took his mind off his ramblings and cleared his head. He wasn't too worried about the honju, however. Although it was an identified grade, it wasn't anything they hadn't dealt with before and as much as he liked to tease Narumi about how he was always better at smaller kaiju neutralization, he knew Narumi was extraordinary at what he did.

At least that would have been true for any other kaiju of that size and strength, but Narumi seemed to be struggling far more than expected with this one. From his earpiece, he heard Okonogi notify him that the 1st division was asking to send Narumi some help if possible, and he immediately rushed over.

Yet, by the time he got there, Narumi had already neutralized the kaiju in question, although horribly beat up.

“I don't need your help, Hoshina!” Narumi still managed to yell while on the floor, absolutely bleeding out.

“Oh, shut up, do you want to die?” Hoshina asked. It didn't take an expert to see that Narumi’s condition was concerning.

Narumi soon fell quiet, probably unconscious, while Hoshina found his earpiece lying on the floor near him. He picked it up, hoping it'd connect to the first division just in case they had lost connection to his vitals.

“He's unconscious right now, but he seems to still be breathing. However, he's bleeding dangerously from multiple spots. I think a few ribs might also be broken,” Hoshina said. “There aren't any kaiju nearby at the moment and I'll take care of them if any do come— bring the stretcher right away.”

He waited a moment, but there was no response from the earpiece.

“Hello?” he asked, hoping for a response. After another moment, he heard it.

“Hoshina…?”

It was you. He would still recognize your voice from anywhere. Oh, how he missed you. His eyes were wide and he had nothing to say all of a sudden. You remembered him. You recognized his voice.

You remembered his name.

“Thank you for your report, we lost connection to some of his vitals halfway through. The medics should be there in a few minutes,” you said.

“I'll stand by,” Hoshina said and kept Narumi's earpiece in his ear. He had nothing he wanted to tell you, not one thing in mind, but he wanted to be on the line with you— even in silence. The medics came in a few minutes like you had told him and took care of Narumi right away.

“They got here, he should be fine now,” Hoshina said, as if you didn't already know. He just wanted something to say to you.

“I missed working with you,” you said and he couldn't believe his ears. Perhaps he'd wake up from this dream again. Perhaps he'd open his eyes and be utterly disappointed again. But he knew there wasn't even a hint of romantic affection in your words, just the respect you've always had for the work he did, and how you missed doing this job with him. And he did too.

“Yeah, I did too,” he said. “I still do.”

You chuckled a little and he could still picture you smiling. “That made my entire year,” you said. “Probably not the time for this, but we should catch up sometime. If you don't mind, of course.”

Made your year. What did you mean by that? And If he didn't mind? Oh, you didn't know how many times he's dreamed of this day.

“I'd love to,” he said. While he was a little embarrassed to imagine the rest of the first-division team hearing this conversation, that was not going to stop him. He'd be an absolute fool to let this chance go. He has promised himself to give it his all this time.

“Are you seeing anyone?” he asked quietly.

“Sorry?” you asked, hoping he'd repeat that. You heard it, but you were afraid you were so delusional you were starting to hear things. Your heartbeat quickened and you waited patiently, hoping it wasn't all in your head.

“Do you have a lover?” he asked a little more clearly, but obviously still nervous and flustered. You had never seen him like this, ever.

“No,” you replied, a little too quickly. “I do not.”

Relief washed over him and he felt his heartbeat quicken. Oh, thank goodness you didn't have access to his vitals. He was going to make you fall for him somehow.

“…do you?” you asked quietly, after a moment.

“Me?” he asked. “No, I don't.”

“I see,” you said, but he could hear the soft delight in your voice. He would never miss it.

Perhaps he'd just go for it. There was nothing for him to lose at this point, and he had made his feelings plenty obvious already. If you didn't want him, he'd just try again. He's tried countless times in his dreams already, what's a few more?

“But I'd love to be yours,” he said and heard you gasp quietly. That one he couldn't read. Was that a little too bold? Far too sudden?

“Did I hear that right?” he faintly heard you scream, asking your fellow first division coworkers. That made him laugh, you hadn't changed one bit. “I’ve loved you forever, Hoshina.”

There was absolutely no way. He was going to wake up soon, he just knew it. Well, might as well indulge in the dream for now, then.

“I've definitely loved you for longer,” he said.

“Hoshina, I'm going to kill you if this is a dream,” you said, and that caught him off guard. Yet, even that sounded nice to him, and that made him smile. He'd get to see you, at least.

But it wasn't a dream. The way your voice fluttered his heart could never be felt through a dream. The way your laugh filled his soul could not possibly make him feel so warm through a mere dream.

“I cannot wait to see you,” you said softly, your voice so full of love it made him melt.

He couldn't either, but that wasn't exactly what he had on mind this entire time.

“And I cannot wait to kiss you.”

[strawberryfairi]

Soshiro Hoshina

✨Crushing On You ✨

Headcanon time!

↳ I strongly, STRONGLY believe that Hoshina would be the biggest spazz with his crush on you. I mean just simping heavy! Like, the giggling and kicking his feet type at the sight or even thought of you vibes.

↳ Imagine his cheeks all dusty pink, with that goofy, fangy toothed smile when he talks to you.

↳I think maybe initially he'd tried to hide it, and the attempt would last a good like four seconds before his attraction instantly shows on his face.

↳I'm picturing the wide eyed, lips slightly parted look. Add in the anime wind and roses background for special effect.

↳He'd figure out all these different excuses to interact with you.

↳Because he's a cutie pie when he's not activated in his menace mode, he'll try and make you laugh and smile whenever he can!

↳Would be through the roof happy if you ever came to watch him train, or better yet, ask him to help you train.

↳At one point his attraction to you would be so obvious that even you can't help but notice.

↳I feel like his mood would be genuinely a bit down if he doesn't get a chance to see you at some point each day (this is when he's like deep in his crush on you).

↳I can see him wanting to give you all kinds of tips and will compliment you on whatever you do well as a defense force officer.

↳His entire face would turn tomato red if you ever complimented literally anything about him (personality, looks, outfit, anything will have him shook). He'd definitely try to play off his reaction but it wouldn't work.

↳Now taking a second to mention his menace activation mode. Hoshina would go absolutely CRAZY if you got hurt during a fight. Like going wild, tearin' them kaiju beasts up while the other lower rank officers get you to a hospital. If someone couldn't tell his feelings for you before then this kind of scenario would be the revelation.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Ok so I watched Kaiju No. 8 last night and like...why ain't nobody tell me this man Hoshina is FINE😩😍?!?! Like dayum every time he got screen time all I could say was GYAT!

[hoshinasblade]

i woke up sad today and im also super stressed at work so im taking it upon myself to make other people miserable too, hence this drabble -

"it has to be me", hoshina declared, in a tone that reflected his strong will. "if number 10 wanted me to use it as a weapon, i'll do it." regardless of the consequences, he intentionally omitted. he didn't need everyone in the room to hear what is already a known fact.

the emergency meeting lasted 10 minutes, and as soon as it concluded, the oak doors opened with a loud bang, the high-ranking officers of the anti-kaiju defence of japan pouring out. hoshina soshiro, the vice-captain of the third division remained on his spot, unmoving. "hoshina -" captain ashiro approached him with a concerned look.

"commander, don't look at me like that", hoshina responded, a smirk on his face. captain ashiro would have complied, but she's known her vice-captain for year to see when he's faking confidence. "i'm tough to kill", hoshina said, dismissing himself.

retiring to his quarters, hoshina relished the small privilege he was given - it would be embarrassing to break down in front of other people if he was sharing a dorm room with his teammates. he laid down the mattress, the soft surface giving in to his weight. he did not bother to take his uniform off.

it was an hour or four before he decided to do something. the clock read past 10 pm. you're probably taking a shower. he took his chances.

you always pick up. and tonight was no different. even the mere sound of your breathing was sufficient to set his insides afire. "i miss you."

it's ridiculous even for him to realize that his feelings could be summarized in three one-syllable words. he closed his eyes, imagining that he was not holding his phone in his ear, that you were with him instead. your presence would effectively solve the majority of his problems.

"how was your day?" you whispered softly. if hoshina concentrates hard enough, he could see your lips part while you're talking. the hole in his chest grew more and more by the second.

"they're converting number 10 as a weaponized suit. they're making me wear it." hoshina wished he was not speaking to you about this.

"isn't that dangerous?" your reply was quick and straightforward. you were familiar with the protocol and you weren't even an officer.

"i could die." once the truth was out of his mouth, there was no stopping it. "it could significantly shorten my lifespan if i use the suit too much."

hoshina had always been proud of his skills as a competent swordsman - he's survived and made it this far with his blades despite most people advising him to give up. he's never cursed his own lack of power until now. if only he was strong enough, maybe he wouldn't need a suit to be able to fight better.

"then -" you started but paused and hoshina could tell you were steadying yourself. . "then don't use it too much", you suggested. in normal circumstances he would smile at you - flattered that you are worried about him, pleased that you care. but now everything from you simply feels like tiny crumbs of affection, and hoshina settled on being a beggar.

"would you cry for me when i die?" hoshina heard you gasp on the other line.

"i'm hanging up now", you exclaimed without saying goodbye. the silence after that was deafening, but even then hoshina kept his phone on the side of his face, listening. "i wanna see you tonight", you spoke at last.

"would it make a difference?" his voice cracked but he didn't care. he was exhausted of pretending he was doing alright without you, in making himself believe that his love reaches you where his hands couldn't.

he said your name once more and it felt like a knife was being twisted within him.

"don't you dare do this to me," you threatened. "wait for me there, okay?" you added this time, pleading.

hope is a greedy, grasping thing and hoshina soshiro let it take hold of him fully.

"i will."

[imaginethesepages]

slice me up.

“Cheers!” Alcoholic beverages lifted to the air, grins wide as gleeful shouts filled the room. It was the end of their first dispatch as new recruits for the Third Division of the Defense Force, and luckily for them, with everyone surviving and intact.

There was absolutely no reason for them not to celebrate.

“Hoshina!” An arm wrapped around his neck from behind, squeezing. “Teach me your moves, damn it! Those slices were crazy!”

“Yeah, teach me your ways, Master Hoshina!”

“Oh, I like the sound of that, Master Hoshina!”

Everyone was in a rambunctious mood, joking and laughing, even to the point of asking for a fight just to prove who was stronger and had more kaijus put down.

Hohsina laughed, not knowing how to accept the compliments. All his life, people encouraged him to drop his sword and move on to a different weapon, always saying it was better that way.

“They’re right, you know, Hoshina.” You slurred, clearly you had more drinks than your lithe body can handle. You’ve been sitting quietly across him, slumped. It was uncommon for you to be so hushed in a festive environment, but those hooded eyes said a lot. “Gods, can you get any HOTTER? The way you sliced those kaijus up; m-makes me want you to… s-slice me u-up.”

And for the first time, Hoshina Soshiro blushed, and the entire room went into pandemonium.

this scene came to me when i was heading to sleep, and since then, it has been living in my mind rent-free. anyway, if there is anything written on there about hoshina's time as a new recruit or something and it overlapped with the side manga or was inconsistent with it, just remember that i haven't read the kaiju no. 8: b-side.

enjoyyy xx

[iinarizaki]

shivers

after a run in with a kaiju on the way to work, kafka shares his jacket with you. 💖 tags: sfw, 1.4k, kafka x f!reader (no gendered nicknames/pronouns), set sorta before events of the manga, sorta during mid-late cherry blossom season, alcohol mention

The low buzz of the locker room around you is only mildly distracting as you finally finish yanking on a spare pair of pants over the simple boxer briefs and a light Monster Sweeper Inc. branded sweatshirt over a branded white T-shirt. 

The next stop after work is—

“See you at the bar!” One of your fellow cleaners says as she passes, offering a friendly wave as you turn your head quickly to look at her. 

She’s already cleaned up, the first lucky rascal to get out of the locker room with clean clothes and a fresh shower. 

It wasn’t the worst job you’ve had the displeasure of mopping up, but it was up there. Hence the low buzz in the locker room of stiff drinks and talking shit until you feel normal enough to go home or the bar closes. 

“See you there!” You call after her with only a slightly forced smile. 

With a turn back to your items and locker, your face turns when you pull your only jacket back out of the containment bag from earlier. Holding it up to assess the damage, you find it soaked in kaiju blood. 

It had splashed on you when Vice-captain Hoshina of the Third Division slashed at a tentacle as you were running by, caught right in the wrong place at the wrong time, sliming your hair, jacket, and a few spots on your pant leg. 

Your hair had been swiftly fixed by a quick shower both before you officially clocked in and while you were clocking out, but your outfit hadn’t escaped such fate.  

Still wet but also drying and crusty at the same time. 

Delightful. 

It quickly goes back into the containment bag with a weary sigh, the pants seemingly ruined as well after being hastily chucked in the same bag as the jacket. The usual bar of Monster Sweeper’s choosing is only a few blocks away, mercifully unscathed by the earlier attack, and your apartment is only a couple blocks beyond that, so you’re fairly certain you can make it there without freezing to death if you hoof it from points A to B to C. 

With a little food and drink to warm yourself between A and C. 

You drop the crinkly plastic containment bag into the garbage bin with an air of finality as the other ladies continue to file out, washing your hands at the sink beside it before you too finally get to break free from the slightly dank, slightly antiseptic-y smell that hangs in the air. 

It’s still early spring so the wind nips through the weave of your sweatshirt, but it’s still nice. Crisp and refreshing, some of the last warmth for the day from the setting sun providing the slightest shield from the breeze. 

Between glances above you at the pink and white flowers coming into full bloom, your thoughts drift to your couple other friends in the company. Kafka, another girl you must have missed during your sliming incidents today. Hopefully they both got out unscathed. 

Someone literally died last week from an intestinal explosion after improperly releasing all the gas buildup. What a terrible way to go. 

But today…It had been pretty cool to see the famous Vice-captain Hoshina out in action briefly. He honestly looked like he was having fun, which doesn’t really make total sense to you, but different strokes for different folks…

A distant, distinct call of your name from a voice that sounds like it belongs to Kafka halts you up. You turn to look behind you curiously, that spike in suspicion immediately melting when you see that it is actually Kafka.

You smile, heart fluttering embarrassingly as he jogs with great, endearing effort towards you and it’s all you can be grateful for that he doesn’t seem to be a particularly savvy guy in the romance department. 

“Wait up!” He calls out again, picking up a light jog towards you. 

On your part, you do meet him part way, just because the way he’s already breathing is starting to worry you. He leans forward and down on his knees to catch his breath when he reaches you, spiky dark hair still damp looking from the locker room showers.

“Sorry-” He huffs. “-Man, I really am out of-” Another pause. “-shape.”

“Kafka, it’s okay.” You laugh quietly, patting him on the shoulder, ignoring another gust of cutting breeze. “Take it easy, you’re going to pop a lung or something.” 

“Ah, I’ll be fine.” Another gulp of air. “How are you? That was a gnarly one.”

“It kinda made me crave octopus, honestly.” You admit, another giggle escaping you when he just blinks at you in return with a strained smile. 

“Totally. Totally time for octopus.” Kafka says entirely too brightly, more like he’s convincing himself. He takes one more big breath before he stands back up straight again, half a foot or maybe more taller than you and blocking the last few rays of your, albeit weak, heat source. “Do you wanna stop at that one takoyaki stand on the way? We’re off to the usual haunt, right?” 

“That’s the plan!” 

“Oh, hell yeah.” Kafka smiles, the warmth from it giving you more than the sun ever was. “Lead the way.”

“How did your section of cleanup go?” You ask, adjusting the strap of your bag as you start to walk.

“It was guts duty again but it didn’t go too bad. Everybody pitched in for once. There’s still some stuff left to do tomorrow but…” He shrugs, looking down at you. Dark, curious eyes flit from your face to your torso and back again searchingly, but it happens so quickly, an almost imperceptible pinch of his brow before his expression returns to normal, that you don’t ask. “How about you?” 

Maybe you somehow missed a kaiju blood spot despite the two showers or something, but you’d think he would tell you… 

“The slime was hard to get off some of the walls. Octo goo…And you know the stench.” 

“Ewww, yeah. I get it.” 

An increasingly strong, cool breeze cuts through again, knocking some of those pretty blossoms from the trees, this time earning a shiver from you.

Kafka suddenly stops up, you continuing on for only a few steps before you turn to see why he’s halted on the sidewalk. “Kafka? You ok–”

“Where’s your jacket?” 

“Oh, it got ruined earlier by the kaiju goo. I got caught up in it this morning while I was getting some blood work done.” 

“Dude, what? That sucks. Take mine.” Kafka frowns, always so expressive, looking very saddened by this new development. 

“Oh, it’s o–” You start to politely refuse, you can tank a little bit of cool weather after all, but he’s already shrugging it off and gently settling it around your shoulders, doing a number on your heart with the way he smooths it out and squeezes your shoulders gently with those big warm hands of his. 

“It’s just a short walk to the bar, y’know.” You try to protest but oh, his jacket is so warm that you’re unable to resist retreating into it a little bit and it’s all you can do not to just close your eyes and breathe too deeply.  

That would be weird. Because you’re just good work friends. 

But oh, it’s so cozy. And you kinda swim in it a little bit. And it smells pretty good, like the shampoo you're provided at work. Which smells better than anybody would guess. Clean and citrus-y and calming. 

When you look back up at Kafka what feels a little bit like an eternity but is only a few seconds later, he looks very pleased, a slight smile on his face and some of the softest eyes you’ve ever seen on him as he watches you get cozy. “How’s that?”

“...Better.” You say reluctantly, glaring at him and his generous gesture that you’re certain will only leave him cold and suffering because of you. “Thank you.” 

“Yay!” Kafka just smiles wider, all puppy-like enthusiasm and energy despite your joint awful day. “Sorry that I was looking at you weird, I was just trying to figure out what was off about you. Your jacket. Duh. I should have noticed sooner, my bad.” 

“Kafka, it’s fine.” You laugh under all his preening. “But what about you? I don’t want you to freeze.” 

“Like you said, it’s a short walk. Let’s go get you some octopus and a drink. You deserve it. Have you ever thought of bringing a spare coat with you? 

“...Have you ever thought of bringing a spare coat with you?” You reply, eyebrow raised. 

Kafka shrugs, reaching up to pluck a cherry blossom petal from your hair. “I’ve never needed two coats until now.”

[voidcat]

characters: narumi gen, jakdf member/medic!reader, shinonome rin,

notes: suggestive content, minors do not interact. implied shinonome x reader bc i can<3 and bc theres no way that woman is straight. gender neutral pronouns used for reader. inspired by/elaboration of this post

When platoon leader Shinonome Rin walks into your office after a knock, she’s not all too surprised to be finding the captain there as well. Despite all his claims of disliking you, Captain Narumi Gen can often be found within your orbit, always there to make a comment here and there.

"Good day m-" Shinonome's greetings die in her throat as her eyes see you.

at the sudden intrusion and the swallowed words of hers, you and captain Narumi seem to pause and turn her way as well. A concerned and confused look in your features, and a knowing smirk on captain's.

Shinonome has to suck in a deep breath and hold, count to five until she feels her heart returning to earth. '1... 2... 3... 4... 4,1... 4,2... 4,3...'

"Is there a problem platoon leader?" Captain Narumi breaks the silence first as you make move to take a step into her direction.

This only makes the matters worse... always there to rush in to help, ready to throw off work if it means saving immediate lives, even if it's something as small as a flu or big as an anaphylactic shock. It's heart warming to have a member within their division like you but right now, in the state you are dressed as, Shinonome finds it quite difficult to stay grounded- especially when she not only gets a view of your legs but how they move under the skirt you're wearing as well...

"U-uh... m-my apologies." she manages to utter out, straightening herself. "I was- surprised ...to see you in an attire so different from your usual attire." she says word by word as she gathers her courage to meet your eyes.

As your brain processes platoon leader Shinonome's words, your hands immediately fly down to cover the skirt you're wearing, along with the pile of files you were holding a second ago.

When Narumi suggested a bet with a possible outcome such as that, you should've known something was up with it. But by the time you objected, claiming the bet to be dropped as your controller had an issue, it was far too late and here you found yourself today, wearing a skirt to work- a skirt chosen by him, no less.

Your hurried manners mirroring Shinonome's, she finds a little bit of comfort in knowing she's not the only one finding the situation odd.

"Yeah.. it's... uh-" you stammer as you try your best to not let any of the files get loose from your grip. "I've been wearing my lab coat buttoned all day long and- uh-" you make a sudden move downwards, one step quickly taken ahead to manuever and stop the fall of yet another file– all the while glaring daggers at one too smug looking Captain Narumi who looks more than happy to help get the files from your hands- and by extension from your lap.

"Such a state grows uncomfortable after a while, considering my legs rubbing against each other with every step as the day g-" you see the error to your words, and perhaps too much information revealed as Shinonome's face reddens and Narumi let's out a quiet chuckle.

Platoon leader Shinonome Rin is a respectable member of the first division. She'd like to think of herself as an ambitious and good person. But as you stand like that, legs slowly beginning to wobble, and her brain digesting everything you have said, she cannot help but think about you rubbing your legs as you look at her with a wanton look, an ache to your eyes and a plea to your voice.

You work hard all day, every day- your efforts should be rewarded accordingly too, shouldnt they? Being taken care of and handled with care and adoration just as you do for the division, letting your body go limp, giving up control for a change and allowing someone else to caress and take care of you, give you the much desired friction you've been craving all day, the very ache that has gotten your thighs all wet and sticky–

Shinonome barely has a functioning neuron left in her system to snap her out of her thoughts and cough as she shakes her head, trying to wipe the mental image of you off.

"Y-yes, you're right. It does not seem like the most... work appropriate lenght for a skirt."

As the two of you try your best to exchange words, Narumi watches the scene before himself with glee. When he hears you mutter "Well, let's say, that choice was not well within my hands." through gritted teeth, he has to contain his laughter lest he wishes for an early death, or a concussion at the very least.

As you gather the files you were holding onto into one proper file and place them on the desk, Shinonome feels a jolt up her spine again, heat rushing to her cheeks once more.

"I'll- uh," when you turn your head to see her, you frown in worry.

"Platoon leader, are y-" "I'llseekyoulaterthen–" she says in a single breath, just as you speak and darts out the door.

After her sudden absence, you stand there with a hand reached out to her, "–you alright, you seemed like having a fever?..." the words die by your lips, your volume decreasing with each word.

As you stare after the poor platoon leader, Narumi can be heard laughing his lungs off, clutching his chest to the point of tears in his eyes.

"Seems like I picked one hell of a skirt, huh?" he says by the time his laughter dies out and you don't wait for a second to grab your book from your desk to throw at his face.

[helios-writings]

Pairing: Kafka Hibino x gn! Reader

Warnings: none

You hum to yourself as the bacon sizzles in the pan, the morning light streaming through the open blinds. It’s almost a perfect morning, as peaceful as it is, but something’s missing.

But as the coffee maker beeps and you hear footsteps enter the kitchen, you figure out what it is. Or rather, who it is.

Kafka yawns loudly as he pours himself a cup of coffee and then immediately makes yours the way you like it, setting it down next to you as he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you.

“Mornin’.” He mumbles, his head buried into your neck.

You laugh as his beard tickles you. “Morning to you too. Hungry?”

“Starving.”

You roll your eyes and he tries to lean in to kiss you, but you dodge.

“Kafka, I’m not kissing you until you brush your teeth.”

He sighs heavily and whines. “You’re so unfair to me, I’m wounded. I’m going to die, right here.”

“And you’re dramatic. It’s just two minutes!”

Your longtime boyfriend grumbles all the way to the bathroom and you laugh softly as he does so.

You plate the bacon up and place it on the table with the rest of the breakfast you’d cooked.

Kafka grabs you by the waist and pulls you into a kiss, this time you let him.

He grins into the kiss, one that’s still on his face as you pull away. “You know, I don’t mind waking up like this everyday.”

“I’m not cooking for you everyday.” You say, teasing.

“No, I mean you should move in.”

You drop the fork you’re holding and stare, wide eyed, at your boyfriend. “Kafka Hibino, if this is a joke-“

“When have I ever joked about something this serious?”

You raise an eyebrow and he flushes.

“Okay, yeah, that’s fair but this isn’t a joke. I want to wake up next to you everyday so you can force me to brush my teeth before I kiss you.”

You snort. “Charming.”

“Plus, you’re over all the time, nothing would change except me being here to greet you when you get off of work.”

You think for a few moments, saying nothing, but you can see Kafka glancing around nervously, like he’s waiting for something bad to happen.

“Okay,” you tell him, “I’ll move in.”

“Yeah?” He’s grinning again, positively ecstatic from the news.

“Yeah.”

The rest of breakfast continues in silence as the pair of you eat and you’re already thinking about where you’re going to put all your stuff and how nice it’s going to be, coming home to someone. And then you have an idea.

“We should get a cat.”

“A cat?” He echoes, confused.

“Think about how much fun it would be to have a cat! They’re so cute, Kafka, please?”

You know you’ve got him when he turns away from your gaze, cheeks flushed. “Fine, but I get to name it.”

You pull him into a hug. “You’re the best.”

“Let’s just get you moved in first before you decide to move a whole farm in here.” He jokes, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You do eventually get moved in and the pair of you do get a cat. And another. And another. (The last two were his idea.) Kafka draws the line at cat number three, but every night when he goes to sleep, all three of them curl up on his chest, and you’re wrapped around one of his arms like a koala.

[lilacxquartz]

what the— there’s 500+ of you now?!?!

this calls for uhh… something! i’ll take on up to 4 smutty x reader drabble or fandom x reader requests (up to 1k words) out of intense love 😭(completed within the month!) just send me an ask with a 💜 in it so i know to prioritise you.

okay i got maxed out‼️ i’ll take on more on the next milestone

fandoms/characters i can write for:

jujutsu kaisen: gojo, geto, nanami, true form sukuna, uraume, kenjaku, naoya, mahito

attack on titan: levi, pieck, hange, erwin

baldur’s gate: astarion, lae’zel, shadowheart, karlach, minathra, orin the red, gale

kaiju no 8: kafka, mina

….potentially reigen arataka…

[kazorashi]

Reno x Kafka Drabble

It was admiration at first.

Or that's what he tells himself. Reno thinks he might have loved Kafka the moment the older man offered his energy drink to him on his first day of the job. The little thump in his heart might been overshadowed by Kafka putting ear plugs up his nose, but Reno thinks that might have been it.

"Sir..." he whispers softly as he runs a hand down the older man's face. He's fast asleep. The 2nd half of their examination was in a couple of days and Kafka had gotten drunk tonight because of it. Too many failures from years before plaguing his mind.

Reno hopes that his presence tonight had comforted Kafka in some way.

"You'll pass, I know you can." he encourages in the night and Kafka groans, turning in his sleep. The teen is quick to take his hand away and waits with baited breath, waiting for Kafka to quiet down. With his heart thumping loud in his ears, Reno exhales once it seems like Kafka has settled down.

He's afraid of his new found feelings that seemed to have burst within him. Much too soon and much too strong, Reno wants both his feelings to disappear and grow even more fierce. Because Kafka, as amazing as he is, believes deep down that he still can't do it.

Reno knows that he can.

He wants to protect Kafka's dreams and help him move forward. He wants to be the strength to help his friend keep going. To pursue their ambitions together. Because there's no one kinder, more braver, more deserving of it.

"That's why you can do it. That why you'll pass." And as quietly and slowly as he can, Reno risks the dangers of his heart and holds Kafka's hand. The touch of Kafka's rough and aged skin makes him tremble with both delight and fear. "Because you're not alone. You have me." The words come out weak and strained. "Sir..."

I love you.

Taking his hand away, Reno curls up next to his friend's side and falls asleep just as he is. And when he wakes up, he finds the blanket Kafka used is covering the both of them.

End.

[talesofsonicasura]

Woke up from a nap earlier to my brain wanting to mess with Kafka and Mina.

Kafka had always been a strange person. He was born with a birthmark on his back: a black outline of butterfly wings. Those who saw it obviously mistaken it for a tattoo to the point he stopped correcting them.

Another oddity became known on the day he turned 6. Kafka had gotten a nice new neighbor and been talking to them for weeks. Strangely it seems like nobody else wanted to see them. The little boy obviously asked his mama about it and even gave her the neighbor's name.

Kafka learns that his new friend was in today's obituary. He soon realizes he could see and talk to the dead. The third peculiarity reared its head when the boy was 13. Kafka's family were holding a barbecue with a few families from the neighborhood.

A game of tag unfortunately goes wrong when the boy gets shoved into the hot open grill. Despite the holes and burnt marks in his clothes, the boy wasn't hurt. Kafka had learned fire can't hurt.

All of these strange things about hundreds didn't really scare him. Sure Kafka knows it's weird but he thought it was cool. Maybe it can be a major help when he joins the Defense Force with Mina! Then the fourth oddity finally bloomed.

For the past two weeks, 22 year old Kafka has been complaining about his back feeling super itchy. Both him and Mina recently just finished their first attempt together at the Defense Force. The only thing they are waiting for are the results.

Back to the itching, Mina thinks Kafka may be allergic to something. A notion that has him worried since he took an allergy test for the exams and it came out completely negative. She asks if he has a rash which Kafka embarrassingly admits only for the first week but it's been gone since. Mina chalk it up to the skin condition haven't fully went away yet.

Fast forward to the next day. The results came in but Kafka hadn't responded to her messages. She runs over with his in hand only to notice the lights in the apartment were off yet the door was unlocked. Mina worryingly stumbles inside the dark apartment.

It's an absolute mess, moreso than the usual. She soon finds what has to be Kafka in the bathroom. Yet there's something very off with him. Her best friend is shivering as a curtain blanketed part of his back.

Then realization struck once her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness. What was on Kafka's back hadn't been a curtain. It was faded crimson butterfly wings.

"Help me Mina... They won't come off."

If you guys noticed what I'm referencing then super kudos to you. For those in the dark, my mind decided why not delve deeper into horror with an unusual muse: Kirby's Morpho Knight. This is what's going on.

Kafka has essentially been chosen as Morpho Knight's champion in a sense. In Kirby lore, this Fluttering Dreameater is a primordial entity that ferries the souls of those who should have died and leads them to paradise. Simpler terms, the grim reaper disguised as a seemingly innocent sun colored butterfly.

Morpho Knight has an affinity for fire and imbues the butterfly sword he wields with them. An attribute Kafka also inherited although he'll need some help to get his own swords. With age, the remainder of his blessings would soon manifest.

One being his own wings much to Kafka and Mina's eventual horror. These aren't fully developed though but they will be flight worthy in soon time. You can bet your ass both are horrified.

Kafka's involvement in the Defense Force immediately begins under heavy watch as Mina believes it was the only choice they had. Neither knew if his condition could worsen over time and didn't want to take chances. Kafka was a mystery since the butterfly wings were the visible anomaly with his body. No core or anything else that screams kaiju.

He would stay at headquarters before eventually ending up in Mina's care once she becomes 3rd Division Captain. (She could only visit before due to her position as an officer.) An arrangement that already formed a foundation when Kafka's unnatural affinity for the sword became known. This happened during an experiment with his growing fire ability.

A test to see if he could channel it through an object and one option was a training sword. The moment Kafka picked it up is when things went sideways. A simple training sword was configured into a burning hot butterfly blade and he swung it as if possessed. The large deep slice he scorched into the wall, one made to withstand a kaiju attack, had been enough to call Soshiro in.

Merely one of multiple incidents to come before canon even starts. Only thing I can say is everyone better prepare for fire and flames to come. A himbo imbued with the powers of an eldritch butterfly death god is one thing.

Tiny the larval kaiju will appear to ramp things up.

(Here's the link to the boss fight for those who want further context on how insane this will be.)

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