#kaiju no. 8 writing

[mangostarjam]

terms of address — kaiju no. 8, fluff, "sweetheart" as a pet name, hoshina soshiro x female reader, 1.6k words — part two, part three

"What's wrong, my dear? You look kinda… stressed."

"Stressed? Stressed?" you repeat, turning your disbelieving gaze upon the Third Division's Vice Captain. Hoshina Soshiro is frowning slightly, a faint downward tick to his mouth that others probably wouldn't even notice, but you — you've been his operations manager for a few years now, and you've had plenty of time to learn his quirks.

"Yeesh, I was just askin'," Soshiro says, "what're you doin' up, anyway? Ain't it past your bedtime?"

"I could say the same to you," you point out. You watch as he slides his practice blades home, pretending not to notice the flex of his arms in his stupidly fitted training uniform. Sometimes you wonder if he got his clothes a size smaller with the way they seem molded to every ridge and curve of his muscles, and then you mentally smack yourself because you should not be paying attention to him like that. He's your Vice Captain and that's it. That has to be it.

"You just got discharged from the hospital. Rest is important!"

"I'm alright," Soshiro waves you off, but takes the towel you wordlessly hold out for him to wipe at the sweat dripping down his face. The training room is quiet except for the buzz of fluorescents above you and the heavy pounding of your heart in your chest. Your Vice Captain seems content to stand close as he wipes himself down, emanating heat as you try to shrink into your borrowed Defense Force jacket.

This was a mistake. You should've just walked past the door and ignored the light on underneath — but the distinct sound of blades slicing through air at high speeds made your ears perk up, and before you could tell yourself not to do something stupid — well, you're here now.

"I couldn't sleep."

Soshiro raises an eyebrow at your confession and hangs the towel around his neck. He's still standing way too close, but it's… comforting. Confusing. Another little piece of the mystery that is Hoshina Soshiro, who always has a grin on his face except for when he's taking down kaiju. Your Vice Captain, who's started standing closer to you than normal, and asking you about the books stacked in your dormitory, and brushing his hand along the back of your chair as you sit in it.

"Because of the stress?"

"Yeah," you frown, tilting your head up to look him in the eye. Sweat has dampened his purple hair into a darker shade, a deep pretty color that nearly seems black except for where the light glints off the strands. Man, you really must have it bad if you're starting to find his sweaty hair attractive. "So you should be good and quit stressing me out."

Soshiro grins abruptly, light and lopsided as he tilts his own head to look at you appraisingly. "You were stressin' about me?"

"Obviously," you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest and taking a subtle step back. He mirrors your step seemingly subconsciously, ducking his head to hide the pleased curl of his mouth before he arranges his features into something more familiar to you when he meets your eye again. "You're my Vice Captain, after all. And you know I hate when you land in the hospital. I hate… seeing you get hurt."

Too much — too close to a confession. But the night air is still and your little bubble feels warm and comfortable and secret.

"That's why I've gotta get stronger, my dear," Soshiro says pleasantly. You take another step backwards and your heel hits the wall a second before your back meets the cold metal. Soshiro leans forward, bracing a strong arm against the wall by your head. "Next time I'll wipe the damn floor with that kaiju."

"Of course you will," you flush in spite of yourself. He's standing really close, practically pinning you to the wall, and this is so not normal Vice-Captain-and-Operations-Manager behavior that your lightning fast brain feels like it's short circuiting.

He smells good. Like… cypress. Something woodsy and fresh. You take a deep breath.

The column of his throat works and you watch, mesmerized by the strong cut of his jaw and totally distracted.

"So didja want some help?"

"H-help? With what?" You risk a glance back up just in time to see his gaze drag down to your lips.

No. There's no way —

"I could tell ya bedtime stories."

The ends of his towel swing forward and rest against the zipper of your borrowed jacket and the swell of your chest. You can feel his breaths against your face, but he makes no move to get any closer. "I doubt you know any good ones."

Soshiro laughs. His forehead presses against your own for a moment as he chuckles, and when he pulls back a little the grin on his face makes you beam up at him, delight swooping through your stomach at making him laugh.

"I could tell you training stories, then," he suggests. "Like the time Okonogi thought —"

"Nothing with Okonogi," you interrupt, flushing again when he pauses to regard you. "I just — she —"

"What's the matter? I thought you two got along…?"

This is so embarrassing. You should've just kept your mouth shut, but now Soshiro is looking at you intently and you don't want to give him the wrong idea about your relationship with your superior but if you admit the truth… it's embarrassing.

"You…"

"Me?" Soshiro moves to pull away and you reach up to grip the end of his towel before he can get too far, dropping it immediately when he freezes in place. Fuck, you shouldn't have done that.

"Tell me," he says quietly. "What is it, my dear?"

Your heart clenches in your chest. "You call her that, too. Do you use that for all the female operations managers?"

His eyebrows draw together for a second in apparent confusion before his entire expression brightens and he laughs. "Just you two," he admits, reaching up with his free hand to grip the loose ends of your hair lightly. "Okonogi and I have worked together for a while. I respect her. And you. But… I can call you somethin' else, if you'd like. If I'm allowed."

Your face feels like it's on fire. You curl your fingers around the ends of your too-long sleeves. "You… you're the only one who's allowed. You know that."

Soshiro says your name. Watches your reaction with a focus usually reserved for fighting kaiju. Twirls the strands of your hair gently around his fingers. "Too soon? Let's get you to bed, then. It's gettin' late."

"B-bed? Hoshina-san, Vice Captain sir, that's not — we can't —"

"Aw, don't worry, ya dope. I'm just escortin' you. These halls ain't safe for a cutie like you this late at night," Soshiro says easily, finally moving away and taking all of his warmth with him. You squeak in surprise at his words and he tosses you a grin over his shoulder.

"Sir —"

"Play fair, sweetheart," Soshiro says. Cutie?? Sweetheart?? Those are new ones. You become suddenly aware of how your heart is beating rabbit-fast.

He grabs one of your hands and tugs you forward, his smile growing lopsided when you squeak again and stumble after him. "What're you gonna call me from now on, huh? Everyone calls me Vice Captain or sir. You'd better come up with somethin' special."

Your Vice Captain leads you out of the training room before your brain can catch up, his hand firm around yours. Rough callouses scratch at your skin, but you squeeze his hand the instant he starts to loosen his grip. Soshiro glances back at you with a smile that makes your heart do something concerning in your chest.

"Hoshina…kun," you test the honorific in your mouth, glancing up in time to catch the way his ears redden beneath his hair. "Can I call you Hoshina-kun?"

Soshiro clears his throat and keeps walking. "'Course, sweetheart. But maybe just when we're alone."

"Huh?"

"Can't have ya makin' me shy in front of the officers," Soshiro says, facing resolutely forward. "I'd lose all my authority."

Oh. Oh…?

"Okay… Hoshina-kun."

Soshiro makes a funny little coughing noise and stops abruptly, turning to rest his free hand on your head, forcing your gaze downward. "Alrighty, then, cutie, time to sleep! I'll see ya tomorrow mornin', hm?"

You nod, eyes closed, trying your best to memorize the weight of his palm. Soshiro drags his hand downward, cupping your face for a moment and sweeping his thumb along your cheekbone before dropping it entirely to tug at the collar of your jacket.

"Okie dokie, now get inside," Soshiro says lightly. You risk a glance up and valiantly try to suppress a shiver down your spine at the expression on his face. "It ain't fair to look so good wearin' my jacket, y'know."

"I — it was on the back of my chair and I was… cold…"

Soshiro grins. "I figured you were. That's why I left it for ya."

"Thanks, Vice Cap— Hoshina-kun," you murmur, reaching for the door to your dormitory. Warmth is settling deep in your chest. You really shouldn't be doing this — letting him hold your hand, shifting your relationship in another direction, following the beats of your heart as his smile softens and you take a tiny step closer to him. This is inappropriate and dangerous, but… it's Soshiro.

"You're going to sleep now too, right?" you ask. The hallway lights flicker and buzz as he leans forward, tugging you close by the collar of your (his) jacket until he can press his forehead against yours. Your eyelashes flutter shut as his breaths puff across your lips, but he simply takes a deep breath before pulling away. His hand is warm around yours.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

#hoshina x reader #x reader #kn8 fic #kaiju no. 8 fic #hoshina soshiro #soshiro hoshina #kaiju no. 8 writing #kn8 x reader #kn8 writing #kaiju no 8 x reader #idk... what other tags to use #fuji writes fic

[sanjipussyindulgence]

watching the kaiju no. 8 anime and the kafka + reno dynamic is so top-tier. contrasting reno, a sterotypical edgy anime teenager, with kafka, a pretty regular guy in his 30s, has such endless comedy to it.

they're father-son coded but reno did the adopting. he saw how lame and wet kafka was and fetched the adoption papers out himself.

#im pretty slow getting thru this episode rn just because of how fried my brain is #but im enjoying it regardless of the art style #the meeting scene with reno and kafka made me have to write this post its so funny #also i know reno literally never dresses like it but i know hes emo. i can smell it on him. #if he wasnt working a government job i know he'd be walking around in black nail polish #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju number 8 #kafka hibino #reno ichikawa #kaiju no. 8 anime

[narumi-gens]

Never Felt a Feeling Like This

Narumi Gen x f!Reader

summary: For Narumi, it’s love at first sight. For you, it’s boredom.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, meet-ugly, masturbation (m), hinted femdom, switch!narumi (like literally from one paragraph to the next sometimes), budding degradation kink, but also praise kink, spit kink, inappropriate workplace behavior and relationships, mentioned/implied power imbalance (but in name only), dubiously solicited dick pics, narumi is a simp and I'm embarrassed for him and you should be too, narumi’s imagination gets a real workout in this, no bs4s were harmed in the writing of this fic (takes place pre-bs5 release), do not break electronics without proper safety equipment, excessive emoji use (did you know emojis count as words in the word count??)

notes: the kn8!chaos couple's origin story is finally revealed! I'm just happy I was finally able to use a Beyoncé lyric in a title. she released Renaissance because she wanted the kn8!chaos couple to have music to fuck to.

words: 6.3k

part of the Agents of Chaos series

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As the First Division’s Vice-Captain leads you throughout Ariake Maritime Base on a tour of the facilities, you find your interest hanging on by a thread. 

All Defense Force bases are essentially the same — you have your training grounds and rooms, administration offices, barracks, an Operation Room, and mission preparation spaces. So, you’re torn between yawning loudly and pulling out your phone to see if there’s anything else more worthy of your time, which there surely is. 

The only thing stopping you is that this is your first time meeting Vice-Captain Hasegawa and you have just enough awareness to recognize that doing either would probably lead to a poor reaction from the man. There will be plenty of opportunities to test his patience in the weeks, months, and — hopefully — years to come. 

With great effort, you stifle both urges and continue pretending to look like everything Hasegawa is telling you is not going in one ear and out the other. You wish he would just drop you off in the Operation Room so that you could figure out which station and console you wanted to take over. 

Your mind has begun to wander so much that you almost run into him when he comes to a sudden stop in the middle of the hallway. Although considering he’s still talking and is pointedly facing a pair of double doors, the stop might not have seemed as sudden if you had been paying attention. 

“—wanted to warn you,” he sighs and you realize that you’ve missed everything he’s said before. 

But you quickly catch sight of the plaque next to the door that reads, “Narumi Gen, First Division Captain,” and are easily able to piece together what it was that Hasegawa was warning you about.

“Ah, don’t worry, Hasegawa. I knew what I was getting into!” you grin up at him, completely missing the way his eyebrow raises at how casually you’ve addressed him without his proper title. “Captain Ogata made sure of that when he was trying to convince me to take the Head of Operations opening at the Third Division instead.”

Your assurances don’t seem to provide him with any sort of comfort. If anything, his severe expression only deepens.

“Yes, well. We’re a little ahead of schedule for your introductory meeting with Captain Narumi but he should be in,” he says, deciding to move past the unsurprising revelation that the Fourth Division Captain had tried to steer you clear of the chaos at the top of the First. 

He sharply raps his knuckles on one of the grand, wooden doors to announce your presence and opens them both without waiting for a reply. When you see what lies inside of the office, you understand why. 

Your gaze isn’t sure what it should settle on. The piles of dirty clothes? The overflowing garbage cans? The discarded and empty water bottles, cans of coffee, and energy drinks? The precariously stacked Yamazon boxes lining the walls? The reverently displayed and definitely overpriced action figures?

But your eyes are quickly drawn to the lump inside of the futon laid out in the middle of the office and right in front of the large TV, where a first-person shooter game is playing out on the screen. If you listen carefully, you can just make out the muttering coming from the lump in between the sounds of the game’s gunfire.

You tilt your head to the side as you take in the sight. Even if Ogata hadn’t pulled you aside at every opportunity to caution you away from the First Division, Narumi Gen’s reputation was practically legendary among the ranks of the Defense Force — and only partially for his skill in combating kaiju. 

It wasn’t a lie when you told Hasegawa that you knew what you were getting into when you accepted the position as the First Division’s new Head of Operations. However, the chaotic state of Narumi’s office still manages to take you slightly by surprise. 

Somehow, you remain unaware of the way the corners of your lips are slightly tugging upwards in a hint of a smile.

You’re pulled from your musings by the waves of anger that you feel radiating off of Hasegawa, who you had genuinely forgotten was standing next to you. His arms are crossed over his chest and this close to him, you can see the vein on his forehead pulsing. 

“I apologize for your first impression of Captain Narumi,” he grumbles and you can easily tell that this is a common occurrence for the man. “If you’ll give me a minute, I’ll take care of this.”

But before he can march toward the lump, you cut him off. 

“No need! I can handle this,” you tell him genially as you curiously open the Yamazon box on top of the mountain nearest you. You’re unimpressed by the six-pack of energy drinks inside. You note that it’s the same brand as the empty cans strewn across the office floor as you carelessly push the box off the stack, where it falls to the floor with a dull thud. 

You open the next box and pull out a boxed set of some movie series that you’ve never heard of and which has an obnoxious yellow sticker on the front that says, “LIMITED EDITION!” You pout with disinterest and toss it over your shoulder. 

“Are you sure?” Hasegawa asks just as you get ready to move on to the next Yamazon box and you abandon your search through Narumi’s things. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you worry too much?” you reply, your nose wrinkled slightly in distaste. 

Your admonishment and clear lack of boundaries has a sense of dread creeping up on Hasegawa — one that usually only accompanies a kaiju attack. He’s quick to tamp down any fears that his already-frequent headaches are about to increase, not wanting to tempt whatever higher power might be out there by putting those thoughts into the universe.

The only outward sign of his apprehension is his deepening frown. He responds with a wordless hum. 

Turning away from the Yamazon boxes, you look back to the lump to find that it hasn’t moved once despite the noise and your and Hasegawa’s presence. Glancing at the TV screen, you see that the game is still in progress. 

There’s an obvious solution to this problem. 

The lump is so focused on clearing its virtual mission that it’s easy for you to walk toward the TV, reach behind it, and yank the BS4 plug from the overfilled power strip. The sudden silence from the TV as the console unexpectedly shuts off is met with a screech from the lump, which finally moves to reveal Narumi Gen — captain of the famed First Division and Japan's (supposedly) Strongest Anti-Kaiju Combatant.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” he screams, tossing off the duvet and stumbling to his bare feet. “I was just about to clear the campaign! You just made me lose all of my progress! Who do you think you are?!”

With every shout, he moves closer, his finger pointed at you furiously and his bloodshot eyes practically bulging from his head.

You answer him by grabbing his BS4 from the floor, lifting it over your head, and slamming it back down where it shatters apart. His shriek this time is so loud and shrill that you truly worry for a moment that your ears may begin to bleed. 

“No, no, no, no, no,” he repeats frantically as he collapses to his knees and tries to carefully pick up the hardware now scattered on the floor of his office, his fingers trembling from the trauma of seeing his most precious possession in pieces. 

But he’s too slow for you. You step past him and kneel down beside the BS4’s exposed motherboard. And then, in one smooth motion, you pull a pair of needle-nosed pliers out of the pocket of your lab coat and drive the jaws straight down where it pierces the fragile, green fiberglass. 

You can only describe Narumi’s resulting wail as a widow’s wail for how devastated it sounds. 

When you stand up and look back down at him, you see the shell of a broken man. He’s hunched over on his knees near your feet. The shattered pieces of his BS4 are loosely clutched in his hands. And if you look closely, you can make out the slight shaking of his shoulders. 

“Who are you?” he rasps, his gaze glued to the remains of his beloved console. “How can you be so cruel?”

“I’m the First Division’s new Head of Operations, bitch,” you smirk down at him, your arms crossed over your chest in satisfaction. The revelation seems to catch his attention because his head shoots up to look at you in shock before anger begins to creep in. 

“You? You’re the new Head of Operations?” he seethes, abandoning his BS4’s carcass to slowly stand. His fists are clenched at his sides and the tick in his jaw is visibly noticeable. 

However, you’re already moving on. You close the distance between you so quickly that Narumi’s fury is momentarily forgotten as he instinctively takes a step back only for you to take one forward. 

His stupor grows worse when your hands come up to cup his jaw. Suddenly, all he can focus on is how warm your touch is and how surprisingly pretty you are, your soft features hiding the heartlessness that lurks underneath. 

The reminder shatters his daze and he stumbles backward and away from your caress. He tries to put as much distance between himself and you as he can, only to trip on his futon and wind up sprawled on his back on top of the haphazardly strewn duvet. 

Not wasting an opportunity to get close to him again and without a second’s hesitation, you follow him and plop yourself down to straddle his torso. A flush breaks out across his cheeks and quickly spreads to the tips of his ears that are peeking out through his messy hair. 

The pink grows a deeper red when you sit up, slightly lifting yourself off of him so that you can further lean over him until only a few inches are separating your face from his. The back of his head is already pressed to the futon, leaving him nowhere to go.

His face feels hot under your fingers as you grip his chin firmly enough that he can’t shake you off this time. Although that seems like something you don’t need to worry about as he appears frozen beneath you. You’re vaguely aware of how his own hands slowly and cautiously drop to rest on the tops of your thighs. 

Yet, where Narumi is clearly flustered by the compromising position that you’ve forced him into, the ability to grasp the grossly inappropriate and unprofessional nature of your interaction is beyond you. There’s a purpose to all of this, which makes it incredibly easy for you to ignore the feeling of his fingers nervously twitching through the fabric of your pants. 

With one hand holding his chin, the other comes up to rest the back of your fingers on his cheek and you can feel how doing so makes him somehow even more tense. The wildness in your eyes has something stirring deep inside of him, which is only made worse by how he’s already missing your weight on his stomach.

He suddenly finds himself fighting the overwhelming urge to slide his hands up to your waist and pull you back down to sit on him. It wouldn’t be that hard. You would probably make a small cry of surprise if he did. He can practically hear it ringing in his ears and it goes straight to his cock, which is quickly growing half-hard.

And then it wouldn’t take much more to move you a little further down until you’re placed right on top of the bulge in his sweatpants. He would use his hold on you to grind your ass down while he bucks his hips up. 

His fantasizing takes a different turn when you slowly begin to lean even closer to his face and his wide eyes drop down to your lips. They look so soft and plush. Your tongue peeks out for just a second before disappearing back into your mouth and he wants nothing more than to chase it with his own.

What would your tongue feel like sliding against his? What would it feel like on his fingers? On his cock? 

Your teeth lightly sink into your bottom lip and he’s genuinely surprised that he doesn’t cum on the spot. 

It’s only your grip on his chin that keeps him from lifting his head to close the gap altogether. Thankfully, you seem to be doing so on your own and his eyes flutter shut, his lips parting slightly in anticipation.

But then his left eye is opening back up against his will as your thumb pulls on the skin just under his eyelid while your index finger lifts the area just below his brow. His right eye opens in confusion, trying to understand what’s going on.

He takes in how your gaze is fixed on his left eye, your head tilting back and forth from side to side curiously, and it slowly sinks in that the slightly manic look that you’re wearing has nothing to do with the kiss he was expecting. All of your interest in him seems to be exclusively tied to his scarlet-colored eyes — the eyes crafted from the retina of Kaiju No. 1.

It feels like someone has doused him in cold water at the realization. 

He can feel his dick softening from the disappointment — but only partially. After all, you’re still straddling him and leaning in close enough that he can feel every one of your exhales on his face. 

“So, these are the Future Sight eyes…” you murmur to yourself, switching your attention over to his right eye and giving it the same inspection that the left received. You hum thoughtfully and Narumi scrambles to find something to say, trying to think of anything that has even the slightest chance of impressing you. 

Before he can start to brag about the kaiju with a 7.4 fortitude level that he neutralized with one shot last week, you’re removing your hands from his face entirely and sighing heavily, a pout forming on the lips that he had just been daydreaming about. You lean back and sit up, dropping your weight fully onto his stomach once again.

You absently rest your palms on his chest and he’s struck by the vivid mental image of you doing the exact same thing if you were to ride him. 

The fantasy comes closer to being real when your hands push down for leverage to readjust how you’re seated. Your attempt to find a more comfortable position has you sliding just a little further down his body. His breath catches in his throat when your knees end up on either side of his waist and your ass meets his lap — and the tent in his pants. 

His fingers instinctively grip your thighs tightly as he bites back the deep groan that’s desperately trying to escape his chest. 

He knows you can feel how hard he is. It’s not like it’s something easy to ignore when you’re sitting right on top of it. Yet the only reaction you have is a slight twitch at the corner of your lips that’s so faint anyone else except for him, the captain of the Defense Force’s strongest division, would have missed it. 

And he also notices that it twitched upward. 

For a brief second, he contemplates using his eyes on you. Activating them would allow him to visualize your brain’s signals, indicating your movements before you made them. Maybe then he would have a better idea of what you’re planning to do. It’s probably against some stupid regulation to use the weapons designed to combat kaiju on another member of the Defense Force, but you’re a much more formidable foe.

However, he then feels you shifting slightly as you get ready to move so that his hard cock is no longer poking your ass and he panics. 

His hands dart up to grab your hips and keep you right where you are. Although you don’t cry out in the way that his ears are yearning to hear, your eyes widen just a fraction, betraying your surprise at his action. 

Knowing that his grip is firm enough to keep you from shaking it off, you instead look curiously over your shoulder and down, your back arching as you check if you can see the hardness directly underneath you. It’s the first clear acknowledgment you make of his arousal. 

Anyone else, everyone else, would be frantically trying to explain away the situation — as if there’s a way to explain away an erection that your coworker is sitting on. But Narumi isn’t anyone else and he finds his mind wandering yet again.

All he can focus on is how your arched back pushes your chest forward. Despite the shapeless lab coat that you’re wearing and how it covers the majority of your body, he can still make out the curves of your tits and how they’re perfectly framed by your upper arms on either side.

What would you look like in just your lab coat?

His thumbs twitch where they’re firmly pressed to your hips with the urge to slip them under the hem of your shirt and feel the warmth of your bare skin directly. If he did, he could easily slide them, and your shirt, up. Once he had it high enough, he could then curl one finger into the front of your bra and pull it down until your tits were spilling from its cups. 

And then all he would have to do is lean up and he could capture a nipple between his wet lips. He could then wind his arms around you beneath your lab coat to splay one hand across the arch in your back, pressing you further into his mouth. By this point, your hands would have moved from his chest to his shoulders where they would be fisting the fabric of his shirt.

He can hear your phantom cries of pleasure in his ears again as his dick starts to ache. 

The bubble bursts when you face forward, your back now hunched over rather than arched. You look deeply unimpressed. Narumi is suddenly and viscerally aware of the thin stream of drool that’s slowly trailing from the corner of his lip and down his jaw where it then meets his neck. 

You notice it as well and lift a hand up to casually wipe his spit away with the pad of your thumb. His mouth opens on its own, instinctively wanting you to slip the spit-slicked digit inside. 

Somehow, the action has you looking even further unimpressed. Rather than sticking it past his parted lips, you wipe your finger clean on the front of his shirt. 

When you meet his gaze, the disinterest that he can see in your eyes and in your expression is crippling. Every fantasy that has been playing out in his head over the past few minutes shatters and comes crashing down around him. 

“Hm, I didn’t think the wielder of the oldest numbered weapon would be so boring,” you finally say with a frown.

His open mouth closes before opening again, only to close and then repeat the cycle as he finds himself unable to respond. His reaction doesn’t help his case.

“...b-boring…?” he repeats, seemingly incapable of understanding the meaning of the word. 

You slap away his hands from your hips and he’s so dazed that he lets you. The insult slowly starts to sink in and his growing indignation soon eclipses every last ounce of arousal.

“Boring?” he angrily cries out and you simply roll your eyes as you stand up. This time when you move off of him, he’s too outraged to miss your weight and warmth. 

“Yes. You bore me,” you tell him pointedly, your hands on your hips as you look down at him where he lays on his back between your feet. He gets the sense that this is exactly how you would be looking at a worm that you saw on the sidewalk before trampling it.

“W-well, if I’m so boring why’d you end up with the First anyway?” he retorts with a glare as he finally sits up. “You’re here because you wanted to be in the presence of Japan’s strongest!”

Your features wrinkle in distaste at the sentiment. 

“You wish,” you scoff as you step off of his futon and take a moment to examine your nails. “The First Division’s base is on the bay and the Third’s by a river. The ocean is way nicer. Simple as that.”

He can only gape up at you, speechless once more. 

You made the biggest decision of your career based on the base’s proximity to the ocean rather than the strength and prestige of the division. A life-changing decision, and you made it on something as superficial as preferring the ocean to a river.

There was no rational thinking involved. There were no thoughtful considerations made. Other than consulting Google Maps, there was no careful research done. 

A decision that you would have to live with for years and you made it based on something as trivial as a body of water.

Simple as that.

Narumi’s heart starts to race and his face grows warm. His palms suddenly feel sweaty and he’s hyper-aware of an unfamiliar fluttering in his stomach. A wide grin slowly stretches across his face.

Before you can walk away, he grabs your ankle.

“Wait! What’s your name?” he asks eagerly. You just smirk down at him and shake off his hand with a kick of your leg before walking away and out of his office without a second glance back at him. 

As he watches you leave, he wonders if the irises of his eyes — which usually morph into crosses when being used as the weapon they are — have now taken the shape of hearts.

He’s ready to collapse back into his futon with an infatuated sigh. He still has the tent in his sweatpants to deal with after all and if anything, it’s only gotten harder. 

But before he can, he catches sight of Hasegawa, who’s standing stoically by the doors of his office. He wonders if the man has been there the whole time and if so, why he didn’t put a stop to the chaos that just played out before him as he’s normally quick to do.

He vaguely notes that his Vice-Captain looks like he does whenever they’re en route to a kaiju attack and he’s reviewing the information available to assess the threat as best he can before engaging. Determination then crosses his severe features, as if he’s steeling himself for some upcoming battle.

The man appears about to take his leave, but Narumi recognizes that he can’t let his only other source on your identity just walk away.

“Hasegawa! Hey, Hasegawa!” Narumi cries out as he sits up on his knees. 

“Yes?” he replies stiffly, steeling himself for whatever is coming.

“Is she single?” He hungrily points in the direction you just went, like there’s any doubt about who the “she” in question is. 

Hasegawa’s entire demeanor abruptly turns icy. His arms slowly cross over his chest — usually a sign that a physical assault is imminent.  

“I’ll remind you, Captain, that the Defense Force highly discourages fraternization between enlisted personnel,” he says. Despite the lack of violence that accompanies the warning, it’s the most threatening that Hasegawa has ever sounded when reprimanding Narumi. 

But all Narumi can think about is how hard he still is and the memory of both your disinterest and your body on top of his as you straddled him. 

“Discourages is not forbids,” he smirks with all of the smugness of someone who believes that he’s found the greatest loophole in the history of mankind. 

Hasegawa’s scarred features contort into a grimace at Narumi’s easy disregard for the admonishment that he just received. Deciding that the best course of action would be to conserve his energy for the fight that he can see on the horizon, he drops his arms to his sides and walks away from his captain. 

“Wait! Tell me her name!” Narumi shouts as he desperately begins to crawl after him. 

Hasegawa suppresses the urge to slap a palm to his forehead in exasperation. He looks over his shoulder at the pathetic sight of the man known across the country as Japan’s strongest on his hands and knees, begging for just a crumb of information. 

“If you regularly checked your email as is your responsibility as First Division Captain, you wouldn’t need to ask,” he scolds him and with Narumi sufficiently distracted, Hasegawa is finally able to escape, closing the doors to the office with a loud slam!

Meanwhile, Narumi scrambles back to his futon to dig through it for his phone. When he finally finds it, it slips out of his grasp due to how sweaty his palms are. It takes a few tries but with fingers that are trembling with excitement, he’s able to unlock his phone and pull up his email.

He frowns in annoyance at the sheer volume of unread messages. As he starts to scroll through them, his eyes hurriedly skimming through the subject lines of each one, he soon realizes that this is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Doing a quick search for “Head of Operations” pulls up an unopened thread titled, “[URGENT] Start Date: Head of Operations, First Division.” He finds what he’s looking for when he opens it and sees that the latest email is from you, your name appearing in the “from” line.

He slowly says your name aloud, testing it out. He likes the way it tastes on his tongue.

He wonders if your pussy will taste even better when he gets you to sit on his face. 

As he skims the email thread for any further information he can glean, he notices that your responses to the information on your promotion and new assignment are largely in emojis. You seem to have a particular fondness for the red 100 emoji. 

With a contented sigh, he collapses back into his futon. His phone is clutched tightly to his chest and an adoring smile is painted across his lips. 

Rolling over onto his stomach, he rests his chin on a curled fist and returns to his email. Now that he has your name, he happily kicks his feet back and forth in the air and does another search through his inbox for it. He strikes gold when he finds your personnel file attached to a months-old, unopened email. 

But he doesn’t get far in reading through it because at the top of the file, just beneath your name, is your phone number. As soon as he sees it, he saves it in his contacts under: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦.

His fingers fly across the screen as he then drafts a new message to you and quickly hits send.

From: Narumi Gen Hey! Go out with me 🙏

He watches the message thread with unblinking eyes, eagerly waiting for the three little dots that indicate that you’re typing to appear at the bottom. When they finally do, the anticipation of what you’ll say is enough to have him salivating all over again.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 ????

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Who dis

He frowns slightly. He’s your new captain. Shouldn’t you already have his number saved in your phone? Rather than letting it ruin his giddiness, he seizes the opportunity that he missed earlier to brag. 

From: Narumi Gen JAPAN’S STRONGEST 💪

He smugly waits for your reply. It takes longer this time for the three dots to appear and he’s positive that it’s because you’re too in awe to respond right away. 

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Oh.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 😒

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Captain boring 🥱

Each reply is like an arrow to his heart. The yawning emoji in particular feels like you’ve taken a knife to his gut with a pretty smile on your lips. Desperation quickly takes hold.

From: Narumi Gen Plz go out with me 

From: Narumi Gen Pretty plz? 🙏

From: Narumi Gen Ur so hot. Plz go out with me 🙇‍♂️

From: Narumi Gen I’ll do literally anything to go out with u 😫

His responses are sent in a flurry one right after another. If he had the ability to feel shame, he would be embarrassed by how increasingly pathetic he sounds with each sent message.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Nope 🙅‍♀️

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 This pussy is closed to losers

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 😝

It’s a good thing that he’s already laying down because the one-two punch of being called a loser while also being told that your pussy is off-limits would have had him keeling over. 

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Enjoy taking care of your little problem on your own 🍆✊💦

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Let me know how it goes 😏

He suddenly feels like you’ve breathed new life into him. Does this mean that you��re imagining him jerking off? 

The thought of you thinking of him with his hand pumping his cock has his head spinning. He rolls over onto his back and drops the hand holding his phone by his side as he stares up at the ceiling of his office in a daze. 

Acting almost on its own, his free hand slides down his stomach to slip under the waist of his sweatpants and then the band of his boxer briefs. He can’t help the hiss that escapes him when he wraps his hand around his cock. It’s easy to pretend that it’s your hand that’s pulling it out of his pants instead of his. 

Would you tell him how boring he is even as your hand slowly begins to move up and down his length? Would you be acting like this is a waste of your time? Maybe you’d be jerking him off with one hand and scrolling through your phone with the other. 

His eyes close to aid the fantasy. 

He can hear your voice in his ears, every word dripping with indifference as you tell him to hurry up and cum already so that you can go do something that actually interests you. You would barely even look at him, only glancing at him every so often to check how close he is to finishing. 

When he spits into his hand to help the glide of his palm, he imagines that it’s your hand and remembers how you didn’t shy away from his saliva when you wiped it off of his chin earlier. His fist speeds up its pace as he imagines what it would have looked like if you had popped your thumb into his mouth for him to suck it clean rather than wiping it off on his shirt. 

Or better yet, if you slipped it into your mouth, only removing it once your thumb was free of his spit. 

What would it look like if you spit directly into his mouth? He’s positive that you would purse your lips right over his open and waiting mouth and let your spit delicately drip straight down into it. You wouldn’t let him swallow until you told him that he was allowed to. And then you would reward him with a condescending pat on his cheek and a chaste kiss to his shining lips.

And what if he spits into your mouth? He would have you on your knees for him, lips parted wide open, and tongue stuck out as you waited patiently to taste his cock. He would grab your chin with fingers as firm as yours were on his earlier and just when you began to rub your thighs together, he would spit into your open mouth before making you swallow. 

Would you whine if he told you that you’re a good girl?

He definitely would if you called him a good boy. 

He would whine right into your pussy if you were to tell him how good he was being with his face buried between your thighs, your legs tossed over his shoulders. The words would be broken up between breathless moans as he lapped at your clit, your fingers pulling on his hair to tug his face closer. And he would then start pumping two of his fingers in and out of your pussy, curling them just right, all so that he could hear you say the words again.  

After seeing how little he impresses you, he would give anything for even a scrap of your praise. But he also wants to make you just as desperate for his. 

He wants you sprawled across the top of his messy desk.

He wants you to make it even messier when you cum on his cock as he pounds into you, his balls hitting your ass with each thrust and your ankles dangling by his ears. He’d have your arousal dripping from your pussy and down the crack of your ass to pool on the wooden surface of his fancy desk. 

He’d then slide two of his fingers through the mess before shoving them into your mouth, wordlessly demanding you suck them clean. 

And you would, wouldn’t you?

Because for all of your standoffishness and your seemingly aloof nature, when it comes down to it, you would want to be good for him. 

You would keep his fingers in your mouth until you were gagging on them when he shoved them in deep enough to reach the back of your throat. And even then, you would keep your lips closed around them until he decides to remove them. 

And when he pumps you full of his cum, you would thank him with hazy eyes and an adoring smile. It would mirror the one on his lips when he drops to his knees and pushes open your thighs to watch his cum slowly drip in thick, white gobs out of your sopping pussy to join the growing pool underneath your ass. 

Each mental image that rapidly plays out on the backs of his eyelids pushes him closer and closer to cumming. He can feel the orgasm building in his spine and in his balls, only for his eyes to spring wide open when he remembers your request to keep him updated. 

His phone is still in his sweaty hand, his fingers clutched around it so tightly that if he wasn’t so used to holding his BS4 controller for long periods of time, then they would be aching. He absently sends a silent thank you to whoever invented Face ID because it means he doesn’t have to fumble with a passcode to unlock his phone and pull up the camera. 

As much as it pains him to do so, he pulls his free hand from his weeping cock to yank his shirt up his torso and shove the hem between his teeth. He moans around the fabric when his hand returns back to his cock, giving it a squeeze as he looks down at it through the screen of his phone, trying to angle the camera just right. 

His hand is itching to pick back up its frantic pace up and down his shaft. But he keeps it still just long enough to take a perfectly-framed picture of his hand wrapped around the base of his dick and pre-cum leaking over his fingers. 

He hurriedly hits send and drops his hand holding his phone back to his side. 

However, his hand has only just started moving again when his phone vibrates in the death grip that he has on it. A pathetic, little whine emerges from the back of his throat when he lifts it up and looks at the screen to find that you’ve already replied. 

His toes curl and his hips buck up off the futon as he eagerly opens your message.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

That’s all it takes for him to cum with a groan of your name that’s muffled by the shirt hem still shoved in his mouth. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut as his hips give a few jerks, imagining that he’s spilling his cum onto your face instead of into his still-moving hand. 

When he’s finally capable of opening his eyes, he opens the camera on his phone again. With fingers that are tingling from his orgasm, he takes a second picture — this time of his cum-coated fingers and the streaks of white painted across his stomach.

After hitting send, he continues to look at the screen and preens when the three dots almost immediately appear at the bottom. 

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

A wistful sigh leaves him as spits his shirt out of his mouth and clutches his phone close to his chest, which is still rising and falling rapidly as he pants for air.

“So, this is what love is like,” he muses aloud, a dreamy smile stretched across his lips and absolutely certain that his racing heart has nothing to do with jerking off or the sticky mess coating his hand and stomach.

#i am shamelessly begging you to reblog this instead of liking bc i worked v v v hard on this and this fandom is teeny tiny #this fic needs all the help it can get 🙏🏽 #narumi gen #gen narumi #narumi gen x reader #gen narumi x reader #narumi gen smut #kaiju no. 8 x reader #kaiju no 8 x reader #kn8 x reader #kn8 #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no 8 #kn8 smut #kaiju no 8 smut #kaiju no. 8 smut #literally tagging anything and everything under the sun #I JUST WORKED SO HARD ON THIS GUYS and it's the first long thing I've written in 7+ months 😭😭😭😭😭 #kn8!chaos couple #mel writes

[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.

#Soshiro Hoshina X Reader #Soshiro Hoshina / Reader #Soshiro Hoshina #Kaiju No. 8 #Kaiju No 8 #Soshiro Hoshina Imagine #Kaiju No. 8 Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

[izfaish]

love how kafka and mina are the respective role models for reno and iharu. like damn, they're the reason those goobers work hard in the defense force.

but also - do they see themselves in those kids?

does kafka look at reno and see mina's intense drive? does mina look at iharu and see kafka's earnest resilience?

do they see those things, see the gap between reno and iharu, and think "it's happening again"?

#the parallels #writing a what if au rn and this hit me like a ton of bricks #kaiju no. 8 #kn8 #reno ichikawa #iharu furuhashi #kafka hibino #mina ashiro #kn8 analysis

[kaijuscientists]

@whumptober-archive

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023), Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood Characters: Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Nicholas D. Wolfwood Additional Tags: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Blood, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Whumptober 2023, Soft Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Head Injury Series: Part 1 of Fictober 2023 Summary:

“Hey, pull over!”

“No, we’re not far enough away yet,” Wolfwood says, hitting the throttle even harder to prove his point, the engine screaming. “Someone could still decide to follow us. Whatever it is, it’s gonna have to wait.”

“It’s not me, it’s you,” Vash says, the concern bleeding through his words. “You’re hurt.”

#vashwood #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #kaiju writes #trigun stampede #first fic of whumptober <3<3<3 i've got about 7 more #maybe 8 if i can get the last one done #whumptober2023 #no.1

[mosshroomish]

Contrary to what a certain mohawk-sporting idiot might believe, Reno isn't blind. He may not be the most observant when it comes to other people, but he knows Iharu better than himself anymore. He knows Iharu wants something, is trying to get something without directly asking.

And normally, well, to say that's a pet peeve is an understatement. Reno hates beating around the bush. But Iharu knows this, and Iharu's more thoughtful than anyone. (Sometimes Reno doesn't even have to say anything, Iharu will just read him and adjust accordingly. He loves him for it.) There's clearly something bothering Iharu enough that he doesn’t even want to say it. Reno understands it’s his turn now, to adapt to something unspoken.

So Reno does what he does best. He watches, he listens, he waits for the perfect moment to strike.

(Or: Reno uses pet names for Iharu. It goes...about how you might expect.)

#kaiju no. 8 #kaiju number 8 #kn8 #ihareno #iharu furuhashi #reno ichikawa #kn8 fanfiction #my writing #hiiiii i actually love something i wrote. for once

[tameshrimp]

Why Kafka Hibino & Vice Captain Hoshina's dynamic gives me life [Kaiju No. 8]

I cherish these characters so damn much that I just had to express my love for their dynamic. So... um, here we go...

Spoiler warning- i'm all caught up with Kaiju No. 8, so this analysis expands to some of the most recent chapters. Also, before I begin, lemme just say, if you haven't read Kaiju No. 8, READ IT. It'll blow your mind.

First and foremost, It was Hoshina who pushed for Kafka to be a general officer. "He has faith in you."

Next, here comes Kafka, willing to risk everything and exploit his identity, all to save his vice captain. He didn't have to in the end, thanks to Ashiro, but not soon after, Kafka did have to reveal his identity to save the division. DESPITE, Hoshina's initial suspicions, his own weariness never stopped him from liking Kafka. He even ignored all the warning signs in favor of believing in him. If you look at the bottom right panel here, as Ashiro is aiming her gun at Kafka, Hoshina won't even look. He's the only one who isn't aiming at Kaiju No. 8, and that says a lot.

Now, in this first snapshot here, we've got our boy, Kafka, doubting his own abilities. We can't blame him, especially when he's only considered a Kaiju with most of everyone in the first division. Without Kaiji No. 8, believe it or not, our boy Kafka doesn't harbor the physical skills or the extra power to take on other Kaiju. "I'm not the one who's needed around here. It's kaiju No. 8." OH??? BUT WAIT. Check out that next snapshot. Hoshina thanks him for saving everyone the day Kafka revealed himself, and he's not thanking Kaiju No. 8. NO, he's thanking KAFKA himself and thoroughly contradicting Kafka's own beliefs about himself.

NOW. THIS SCENE. THIS SCENE!!!!! This whole chapter was beautifully crafted. Kafka says in the last snapshot, "he's always been the kindest person around." After realizing that the more Kafka transforms into Kaiju No.8, the less human - and the more kaiju he becomes, Hoshina is willing to give it his all to defeat Kaiju No. 9 in his stead so that Kafka doesn't have to risk losing his humanity. TALK ABOUT A FANTASTIC BROMANCE- sorry, I live for this kind of stuff.

NEXT

SO, okay, we knew Kafka wasn't just going to let Hoshina fight Kaiju No. 9 while Kafka kicks back and takes things at his own pace. OF COURSE NOT. So, what does Hoshina decide to do??? He decides to train Kafka. Why? So that way, even though Kafka will still transform into Kaiju No. 8, he won't have to rely on the Kaiju in him as much if he can actually kick physical ass in his human form; therefore, Kafka can continue to fight whilst staving off the effects of losing his humanity.

Also, another example of Hoshina baiting Kafka- the two snapshots above ^ he knows that it's Kafka's goal to stand beside Ashiro, yet, that doesn't stop him from building upon that goal. He just pushes and inspires Kafka to strive for it all the more.

SKIRRRRT to Kafka fighting Hoshina. Near the end, after Hoshina is beating the shit outta him, Kafka begins to doubt himself once more, claiming that he can't do anything worthwhile without transforming into a Kaiju, but we've got Hoshina over here (and i swear, it always feels like Hoshina can read Kafka's mind. He reads him like a book), and he pulls the best damn face and says, "Kafka, you've gotten stronger." :,)

Who is Kafka's number one fan? IT'S HOSHINA!

#ik i don't ever write stuff up like this #but i'm so impressed by kaiju no 8 that i had to #kaiju no. 8 #kafka hibino #hibino kafka #soshiro hoshina #hoshina soshiro #manga

[lehguru]

hi guys!

i officially have a ko-fi! i moved my comms there and will often post there abt discounts in comms and other stuff (including ych and special deals)!

thank you for the support so far <3

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#when im more used to university imma start with the writing again #got loads of wips im excited to post #commissions open #commissions #art #artists on tumblr #one piece x reader #jjk x reader #op x reader #kaiju no 8 x reader #hq x reader #bllk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #blue lock x reader #haikyuu x reader

[qupidology]

[ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE] – GEN NARUMI

Pairing: Gen Naurmi(kaiju no 8.) x black fem!reader

cw: nsfw!!, afab!reader, reader is black!!, non-kaiju au, intense makeup session, fingering, degradation, overstimulation, daddy kink, teasing, gen likes seeing you cry, non-kaiju au, reader is a fashion designer and business owner & Gen is a professional e-sport gamer. i think i got them all!

note: MINORS, AGELESS/BLANK ACCTS DNI!!!! i know there aren't that many kaiju no 8. readers out there but i hope you all enjoy! This is my first time writing smut in a longggg time so i hope it's ok! also gen is a bit ooc i’m sorryyyy

“You got us tickets to where?” 

You were used to being taken on small trips throughout Japan with Gen during the year, it was one of his love languages you learned when you first started dating almost three years ago. Now as your third year anniversary was rolling around and Gen was in off season the two of you were cuddled up on the couch, you with a sketchbook in your hands and legs resting on his lap and Gen with his PS5 controller in his hands looking over at you with a smile bigger than ever. 

“I got us plane tickets to LA, we’re flying out in two days! You were talking about how you missed home these past few weeks so I thought it could be a fun thing we do for our anniversary.” 

He stroked your leg as he spoke and you slowly felt a smile growing on your own face. He had always listened but that still didn’t change the warm feeling that spread through your chest at this gesture.

“I love you, you know that?” The words slipped from your lips easily as you scooted your body closer to him and reached over running your hands through his two toned hair. 

You pushed his hair back revealing the silver underside before leaning in and pressing your lips gently against his. Gen hummed softly into the kiss, discarding his controller and game completely he pulled you onto his lap deepening the kiss eagerly. 

He drank in all the whimpers and moans that you let out aiming to get more of those beautiful sounds his hand slowly moved from your hips down to your clothed cunt. Pressing his thumb against your clit he rubbed it in circles and grinned against your neck as he watched Keondra’s head fall back and your hips rolling into his touch. 

“Gen, please more.” Fuck he loved the way you moaned his name. It was such an addicting sound that he would do anything to hear more and more. Giving into your pleas his hand snaked its way into your panties his fingers instantly slipping into your leaking cunt that accepted his fingers hungrily. 

He pumped his fingers his pace agonizingly slow just to hear the way you whined out for more. A lazy smile made its way onto his face and his fingers slowed even more. Your whines grew more desperate eyes locked with his own and brimming with tears. 

“Please please please please please,” You whimpered as you tried rolling your hips once more against his fingers but every time you did it he pulled his fingers out to just the tips and that lazy smile on his face grew more mischievous. The teasing was agonizing. The tears slowly started falling but you buried your face into his neck, refusing to let him see how needy you became so quickly. 

“Aw baby, you crying?” He cooed gently as his fingers plunged into your cunt again wasting no time to please his crying princess. With his fingers pumping in and out at such a vicious pace you could do nothing but moan out in pleasure. Your hands gripped his shirt as he assaulted your pussy ruthlessly with his fingers, chants of ‘yes’ mindlessly left your mouth whenever he curled his fingers hitting just the right area.

“So good princess, come on, if you can take daddy’s fingers you’ll get a reward okay?” His soft lulls mixed with the thrusts of his fingers was sending you over. 

“Wan’ cum…please daddy please.” You moaned out, your hips bouncing to meet his thrusts. Smiling his free hand gripped at the base of your locs and he tugged your head up earning a louder moan from her.

 “Look at me as you come, yea?” He whispered and kissed your cheek. You could barely even hear him through all the pleasure but you looked up at him through your hooded eyes. And in this moment you was so beautiful to him. Your tearstained face your fucked out eyes and your mouth that hung open as moans continued to leak out.

“Such a pretty little whore for me,” He smiled softly at your just before curling his fingers into your sweet spot and thrusting into it relentlessly. You could’ve sworn you saw stars as you felt your climax crash down onto her. Your eyes rolled back and your legs shook at how hard the climax hit her. Gen’s name stayed on your lips as if it were a prayer. 

“That’s right, princess,” Gen lulled gently his fingers slowing down but not coming to a stop as you rode out your high. Your body slumped against him and a small whimpers escaped you as you tried pulling away from his fingers but he easily forced your back down onto his fingers. 

“Why are you trying to pull away from me, don’t you want me to keep making you feel good beautiful?” He asked with a feign hurt look in his eyes. You shook your head and buried your face deeper into his neck, “Mm, gimme a second Gen we gotta start packing-" He hummed in thought as he started moving his fingers again.

“Wait-“ You let out a cry and bit against his neck trying to keep the moans from coming out of your mouth. Gen let out a throaty groan from the feeling of your teeth in his skin but that only made him want to go more. 

“We’ll pack after I’m done with you princess, now be quiet yea?” You didn’t have any time to protest, all you could do was grip tighter onto his shirt and try to raise your hips just a bit to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. Though Gen wasn’t fond of that. Each time you tried raising your hips his fingers chased after your and hit deeper each time, 

“You’re so cute like this you know that?” He chuckled before kissing your neck. His lips were so gentle you could almost melt into his touch but the soft kisses were only a temporary distraction from Gen slipping in another finger. You whined in pleasure and the sound went straight to his already hard dick. But right now he didn’t care about that, no, all he cared about was you and the way you cried out his name with every thrust. 

“Gen, need more. Need it so bad. Need you so bad.” You couldn’t think past the pleasure but all you knew was that this wasn’t enough, his fingers only made you crave something bigger, something more filling. 

“Need what, princess?” He purred out knowing good and well that you could barely form a coherent sentence right now and that only made you want to cry harder. 

“You, please please please, need your cock so bad, need you to fuck me so good.” 

“I thought we needed to pack.” He teased and slipped his fingers out of you before standing up off the couch, holding you securely by your ass that was now getting all the attention he believed it deserved. 

As he walked he kneaded the flesh as you kissed and bit along his neck all while rolling your hips against him earning a chuckle from him. 

“You’re so needy, princess, should I really give you what you want?” He teased but it was his fault you were this way. Whatever you wanted you always got it, no matter what and this wasn’t any different. 

You were his princess and whatever princess, wants princess gets. He bathed in the pecks you left along his neck, smiling as you started to tug the shirt he wore over his torso to have more access to his skin. He obliged, moving his head when you needed and let you toss the fabric across the hall as he pushed open the door to the two of your room.

Walking deeper into the room he tossed you onto the bed easily and grinned at the way you quickly changed your position on the bed. Your face buried into your arms as you arched your back and swayed your ass in the air. 

“Such a good girl.” He walked over to the bed, knees sinking into the mattress and his hand easily gripped your clothed ass. You looked back at him, eyes wide and pleading and that was more than enough for Gen to start tugging his sweatpants off. You watched his every movement, watched as he discarded them and his boxers closely afterward and licked your lips in anticipation. 

“Look at you eyefucking me like that,” He smirked while gripping the hem of your panties and tugged them up the cloth riding up your ass and hidden between the folds of your pussy earning the soft whimpers he loved so bad.

“Slut.” He simply said with a grin before bringing his free hand down on your ass harshly. 

The pleasure filled pain had you moaning like a bitch in heat and was the motivation to keep him going. He spanked your ass repeatedly until both cheeks were bruised and your face was buried into the comforter of the bed as you hid your tears. 

“You crying again, beautiful?” He asked as he rubbed your ass in a gentle manner to ease the burning flesh. “Mhm.” You managed to say, even though it was muffled by the comforter he knew exactly what you said. 

“You’ve been doing so good for me, ready for your reward?” You nodded your head as he gently pulled your panties down to your knees. He stared at how your beautiful cunt leaked, wanting nothing more than to watch your hole stretch and spasm around his cock. Feeling his cock twitch he knew he couldn’t wait any longer and listening to the way you begged underneath him he knew you couldn’t either. 

Lining up his tip to your hole he slowly pushed the tip in and groaned at the warmth of your walls welcoming him so happily, “Fuck,” he groaned under his breath before pushing his hips forward more until he bottomed out in you. 

If he wasn’t careful he could cum just like that. With his cock surrounded by the warmth of your walls, your pussy hugging him just right like it was made just for him, and at this point it might have well been. He knew just how to fuck you, what you loved and your pussy always swallowed him so eagerly he knew no one could have you but him. 

He pulled out until just the tip was in then snapped his hips forward the start of his relentless pace. Your moans filled the room as he fucked into you like you were just a hole. 

His hands gripping onto your hips to pull you back to meet his thrusts as he drilled into you, your sounds only motivating him to go deeper and harder than before. His eyes were glued on your hole, watching as his hips meet yours and the way a white ring started forming at the base of his cock. It was such an intoxicating sight, seeing how you two were connected and seeing instant results from the way he pleased you, to hear you beg for him to fuck you deeper and him comply just for your moans to get more frequent and needier. 

Tilting his head back he felt a familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach and groaned softly, “You doing good, princess?” He asked. 

“M’ doing good, daddy,” You managed to respond, it was lucky you could even hear him through your own moans and the sound of skin slapping. 

Good was an understatement for what you were feeling in that moment. The way he filled you up, the gentle degrading praises had you on cloud nine and you didn’t want to come down anytime soon but the way his tip kissed your cervix you felt yourself growing closer to your climax at such a rapid pace.

“Fuck Gen, I’m gonna cum,” You cried out your hips rocking back to meet each thrust trying to chase your high. “Me too baby,” He said softly and pressed a hand into the small of your back, pressing into it as he leaned forward his thrusts growing sloppier, eager to give you the release you begged for. 

“Cum inside please, please please, need you to fill me up.” You whined through moans and in that moment something in him snapped. “Fuck you’re such a slut you know that,” He groaned out and fucked you harder with energy he didn’t even know he had. 

You cried out at the overwhelming pleasure, feeling the coil snap your climax crashed down on you as he drilled into you ruthlessly. He leaned forward, his lips next to your ear so you now could hear his moans and groans with each thrust. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” He chanted as he felt your walls clench around him sending him over the edge. Thick white cum poured into your hole, filling it up, Gen groaned and fucked through the high. His hips slowing down as they rolled into you until he was satisfied. 

The pants from the two of you filled the room as he moved the two of you so you were laying with your back against his chest, his arms wrapped possessively around him and dick still buried in your cunt. Pressing a soft kiss against the back of your head he buried his face into your locs with a smile. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked and you hummed softly, “I’m good baby, but we really need to start packing.” You turned your head to look at Gen who just wore a lazy smile, “After one more round?” He smiled and you groaned. 

“And you call me the slut.” 

#gen narumi #gen narumi x reader #narumi kaiju no 8 #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no 8 x reader #kaiju no 8 smut #kaiju no 8 fic #black reader #bunniie writes

[mangostarjam]

sparring accidents — kaiju no. 8, fluff, kissing, hoshina soshiro x female reader, use of "sweetheart" as a pet name, 1.3k words — part one and two

"Did you… get a haircut?" 

Your Vice Captain — no. Your boyfriend — freezes in the act of reaching out to tug you closer, one calloused hand wrapped around your wrist loosely. 

"... No?" 

You peer up at him. "It looks like you got a haircut. Your bangs are kinda… choppy? What the heck?" 

Hoshina Soshiro finishes tugging you closer and basks in the easy grin you flash at him, relaxing in your presence as he smiles back. "Wanna check?" 

He's teasing. Soshiro likes the way you get flustered when he does things like this — when he gets into your personal space and invites you into his, when he navigates the new lines around your relationship and you draw some of your own. 

For instance: pulling you closer? Perfectly okay, except when in front of the Captain or any higher ups, because you get worried they'll transfer you to another platoon. Any public displays of affection in front of higher ups are actually off the table entirely. In fact Soshiro sometimes wonders if Captain Ashiro even knows the two of you are dating. 

In front of the others, though, you don't mind the occasional hand touch or his arm draped across the back of your chair. You seem to have a thing for touching his biceps, too — your hands always seem to drift towards them when you're passing him in the halls or tugging him closer to look at something on your computer screen. 

And if both of you are off duty, you'll hold his hand freely. Soshiro likes that the most. You've gotten so comfortable with it, too — reaching back somewhat blindly for his hand, always knowing he'll lace his fingers with yours as soon as he notices, even when he's watching the way your eyes light up over some new book on display or a new dessert you want to share with him. 

It makes his chest ache something fierce, thinking about that trust that he'll be there to hold your hand. 

Man, he really likes you. 

"You'll have to bend a little if you want me to check," you say dubiously, and Soshiro laughs. 

"Need a lift, sweetheart?" 

"Don't you dare," you say flatly, stretching up on tiptoes and cupping his face in your hands. 

The movement brings your face very close to his face, but before he can even glance at your lips you've tugged his head down. You hum as you examine his hair, flipping the strands this way and that, and Soshiro pretends like his heart rate is normal. 

"What's the verdict?" 

"It looks like you got a silly uneven haircut while sparring. Were you guys using real blades?" You drop back on your heels, but your hands drift down to rest on his shoulders and he clears his throat nervously at the way your chest brushes against his — you're standing so close. 

The study room isn't empty. Soshiro can hear officers nearby, the shuffling of papers, the gentle ribbing between teammates. He found you among the shelves, though, and nobody's close enough to see him settle his hands on the gentle dip of your waist beneath your lab coat. 

"You think my hair looks silly?" 

He doesn't keep the pout from his voice, and he's rewarded when you giggle and lean closer. His thumbs rub soothingly along your shirt and skirt, basking in the warmth of you so close to him. 

"Hoshina-kun, don't avoid the question!" 

"Aw, alright," he sighs, "we were usin' real blades, but I swear to ya that we were bein' careful!" 

"I know you're fast, but I guess your hair wasn't fast enough to escape, too," you say. Soshiro snorts. "It's unfair, though, because even with a silly haircut you still look good." 

Your shirt is loose, untucked after the long shift. His thumbs slip beneath your shirt and rub along the bare skin of your waist. He freezes for a split second, but you just sway closer to him. You're blushing. Oh. Your chest is pushing up against his, now, and your skin is so warm and soft and — 

"Can you please kiss me already?" 

Ah. Yeah, he can do that. He can definitely do that, no problem, you've been dating for a few months now and he's been wanting to kiss you and this is a perfect time to do that since nobody's around and you're already in his arms and your hands are shoving him downwards and — 

Oh. Your lips are soft. A little chapped. He can feel his heartbeat in his ears. 

"Hoshina-kun," you pull back slightly to huff a laugh, tilting your head. Soshiro can feel your lips move against his own as you whisper and it makes his head spin. "C'mon, kiss me." 

You kiss him again and he groans, blood rushing through his body as he draws you closer, follows your lead and tilts his head, moves his lips against yours firmly as you kiss and kiss and kiss. 

You taste a little sweet, like that strawberry pocky you like to snack on. He makes a strangled sound when you part your mouth and nip softly at his bottom lip, the slight pinch going straight south in a way that'd be concerning with how closely you're pressing up against him except you just sink your fingers into the soft fluff of his hair and sigh. 

Oh, he'd do anything to hear you sigh like that again. Soshiro chases your lips when you try to pull away, snickering as you laugh and scratch at his undercut. "Someone might come by," you whisper, pressing a quick, fleeting kiss to the tip of his nose. 

"I'll order them to leave," he whispers back, fingers loosening on your waist. He's left marks, probably, from how hard he was holding you, but you don't seem to mind. "We're off duty, anyway, ain't we?" 

"Yeah, but we're still at work," you point out. Your eyes are sparkling under the study room lights and you're a little breathless. Soshiro wants to memorize the way you're glowing from the inside out. "It's almost time for dinner." 

"But what about my hair?" 

Your smile tilts into something fond as you scratch at his undercut again, sliding your fingers into the silky strands further up his head. "Don't worry, I don't think anyone else will notice your haircut." 

Soshiro grins. "Are you fussin' over me right now?" 

"Shut up," you say, but there's clear affection lacing through your tone. "I might've… been a little too enthusiastic. Stay still and let me fix your hair." 

He obliges, keeping his hands lightly at your waist to help you balance as you comb his purple strands back into place. The calm between the two of you is peaceful. Soshiro likes moments like these, holds them close to his heart and lets them shine in his mind's eye as he breathes before heading onto the battlefield. 

He feels your nails dig slightly into the back of his neck as you pull yourself up to kiss him again, a sweet, smiling kiss that makes him grin. "Careful, sweetheart, or we'll be here all night." 

"No way, mister," you say, "they're serving oyakodon tonight with your favorite Mont Blanc for dessert. I asked Captain Ashiro if we could get it on the menu this week." 

"For me?" Soshiro can't keep the surprise out of his voice. You tug at his collar, pulling it back into place and smoothing your hands along his shoulders and chest. Your hands are trembling, just a little bit. 

"Yeah. You've been working really hard and I thought you could use a boost." 

"Hmm," he leans down to kiss you lightly, basking in the ability to just do this now. "You're all I need for a boost, sweetheart. But thank you, I appreciate it." 

"Don't expect kisses before you go into battle," you say, but you're giggling as he leans down for another sweet kiss. He admires the sweep of your lashes against your cheeks and nearly misses your next words. "I won't be held responsible for distracting you." 

"What about as a reward?" 

Your lashes flutter and he kisses you again, warmth curling and settling deep in his chest. His jacket crumples as you clutch at him for balance and he grins back at you, soft. 

"As long as you don't come back with any weird haircuts." 

#hoshina x reader #x reader #kn8 x reader #kn8 writing #kaiju no. 8 fic #kaiju no. 8 writing #kn8 fic #hoshina soshiro x reader #kaiju no 8 x reader #fuji writes fic #i am once again promoting the soft vice captain hoshina soshiro agenda

[dragonfairies]

Shojo anime this: Shonen anime that.

What do we call it when an anime is being made for the monster fuckers.

#im writing this about Kaiju no 8

[narumi-gens]

Keep Me Up

Narumi Gen x f!Reader

summary: Narumi has become such a loud and chaotic presence in your life that any semblance of silence is now deafening.

warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of smut (but barely), surprising lack of chaos for the kn8!chaos couple, the softer side of the kn8!chaos couple, kaiju no. 8 spoilers

words: 1.7k

part of the Agents of Chaos series

minors and ageless blogs dni

You never have trouble sleeping — ever. It doesn’t matter if it’s loud or if it’s bright. It doesn’t matter if you’re on the floor or sprawled on your workstation. You can sleep anytime, anywhere. 

Except for now, it would seem. 

Because now, every time you close your eyes, all you can see are data points and technical specs and message after message from everyone and their fucking mothers asking for an update on the synchronizations of both the No. 1 and No. 4 suits.

Compartmentalizing has always come easy for you — too easy for you if Hasegawa and the other members of the First Division have anything to say about it. But for some reason, tonight, your mind won’t stop racing. 

You may be in bed, Narumi wrapped tightly around you from behind and sleeping soundly away, but you feel like you’re still in the Operation Room, hunched over the monitor at your console with your fingers flying across the keyboard. 

As you mindlessly watch the tower fan standing only a few feet away from the bed as it oscillates back and forth, it starts to sink in why you’re having such a hard time shutting off your brain. 

It’s the silence that’s making you so restless.

The base is quieter than normal, which you hope isn’t some sort of omen. But more than that, it’s Narumi’s silence that has you feeling anxious. 

You’ve grown so used to sleeping in his office, tucked alongside him in his futon as he plays whatever game has his rapt attention, that just sleeping in your shared bed is always enough to throw you just a little off-kilter. But even in bed, you’ll usually be lulled to sleep by the sounds of him playing on his handheld or his mutterings about whatever troll he’s decided to pick a fight with in his mentions. 

So, his silence now is almost oppressive. 

Although you can hear him breathing deeply in his sleep near your ear, it’s nothing compared to the usual racket that you’ve grown so accustomed to. And it’s setting you on edge. 

Without his usual noise, it feels like he’s not there. 

You try to ground yourself by focusing on the feeling of Narumi’s arm wrapped tightly around your middle and his chest rising and falling against your back. 

He’s here. He’s with you. He’s alive. 

With each attempt to convince yourself, you find that you’re unconsciously trying to burrow deeper into his hold. He must feel you in his sleep because his arm around you pulls you closer and he nuzzles his face against your neck. 

You’re suddenly overcome with the urge to look at him, to see that he’s there. It takes some work with how tightly he’s clinging onto you, but you eventually manage to turn over and put just enough room between you so that you can take him in fully.

A small frown forms on your lips when you don’t find the immediate sense of relief that you were looking for. Because despite being able to physically see that Narumi is with you, it’s not enough. 

It’s not only his stillness that’s bothering you. It’s also the clear exhaustion that looks so out of place on his features. 

He’s looked tired before, usually after back-to-back all-nighters that are fueled by energy drinks and the need to clear whatever mission he’s playing. But this is a different kind of tired. This is the kind that you saw after Director Shinomiya’s death. 

It’s the kind that reminds you that Narumi Gen, for all of his strength and ego and brilliance in battle, is just a man. And men can be killed.

And you absolutely hate it.

Your hand moves on its own as it carefully comes up to his face so that your fingers can gently brush against his cheek. He’s so warm and normally you would complain — loudly — because it’s hard to sleep with a human furnace wrapped around you. But now it’s a comfort because it’s proof that he’s still alive.

His face begins to twitch and you realize that your touch must be so light that it’s gently tickling him but you can’t bring yourself to stop tracing his cheek and jaw. When his eyelids slowly start to flutter open, you feel a rush of guilt knowing how hard he’s been training and how much he needs sleep. But your fingers keep moving. 

It takes a few minutes but eventually he’s returning your gaze with tired eyes. Your fingers trail up the side of his face to reach for his bangs and carefully brush them out of his face, revealing the slight wrinkle of confusion on his forehead. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice low and rough with sleep. 

“Nothing,” you assure him with a weak smile and a small shake of your head. “Can’t sleep.”

You can see a hint of concern peeking through his exhaustion. He pulls you closer, erasing the few inches that you had put between you, and rests his forehead against yours. 

“Wanna fuck? You’ll have to do all the work though.”

You can’t help the soft snort that escapes you at both his offer and his caveat. You do genuinely consider it. Nothing could pull you from the spiral that you were in like a good orgasm. 

It would be easy to push him on his back and ride him until the post-climax endorphins were rushing through your bloodstream and lulling you to sleep. Or you could swallow his cock until it was hitting the back of your throat and just stay there until he was tugging on your hair and pleading with you to move. 

The mental image conjured up by both scenarios threatens to spark an ignition deep in the pit of your stomach. But the deep bags that you can see under his eyes are like a cold bucket of water to any trace of arousal in you. 

“No. It’s just too quiet,” you murmur as you slowly swipe your thumb underneath one of his eyes — the eyes crafted from Kaiju No. 1. 

The extreme toll of using a numbered weapon is something you’re more than familiar with. It’s hard not to be in your line of work. But it isn’t often that you’re confronted face-to-face with the evidence. 

Narumi has had the No. 1 eyes for years. How much of his life had already been cut short? And now he’s training with the No. 1 suit. How much more of his life would that take off?

What would you do when all you have left is deafening silence? 

Everything that you’re thinking must be written across your face because Narumi starts to look more awake than he had been just moments ago. For as careless and thoughtless and inconsiderate as he is during most waking hours, there are some things that will just never miss his notice.

Your quiet distress seems to be one of them. 

Without warning, Narumi rolls over with you in his arms so that he’s on his back and you’re sprawled across his chest. 

“Gen, I said I’m fine not fucking,” you complain as he manhandles you, because honestly, you don’t really want to do all the work either. Why should he get to be the pillow princess tonight? 

But he just ignores your complaint, adjusting you until he has you right where wants you — with his arm wrapped around your shoulders, your head resting on his chest, and one of your legs threaded through his. Your arm instinctively wraps around his waist as you cling to the thin fabric of his shirt. 

When you lift your head up to look at him at him with a pout, he just guides you back down to his chest with a tired hand, leaving it on the back of your head to keep you there. 

“You hear that?” he asks, and you can feel the vibration of his words in his chest but you know that’s not what he’s talking about. Because with the side of your head pressed right over his left side, you can hear his heart beating loudly, clearly, and steadily in your ear. 

You nod and his hand drifts away from keeping your head in place to skim down your arm until he can take your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together and giving them an affectionate squeeze. 

“Enough noise for you?” The question rumbles through his chest again and you give another nod. “Good. Now go to sleep. I’ve gotta train my dumb disciple tomorrow and you’ve gotta show everyone why you’re the Head of Operations for the Defense Force’s strongest division.”

The complement has a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. But it’s tempered slightly by the words you can feel on the tip of your tongue and you’re glad that Narumi won’t be able to see the vulnerability in your expression when you speak them. 

“Hey, Gen?” you whisper and he hums in acknowledgment. “Don’t die on me, okay?”

There’s a sudden tension that you can feel in his body, his hold on you growing just a little tighter. You’re not sure if it’s from the request or from your boldness in daring to make it. 

The silence stretches on as he struggles to find an answer. You know that if you looked up at him, you would find him staring up at the ceiling. But instead, you keep your head right where it is, pressed right against his chest and his beating heart — the proof that he’s alive.

“Only punk ass bitches die, right?” he finally replies and the question has a grin stretching wide across your face.

“Yeah,” you easily agree.

“And you don’t fuck punk ass bitches, do you?” he asks and an unexpected bubble of laughter bursts out of you.

The words are familiar. You can still taste how they felt on your lips despite it having been months since you spoke them to the rest of the First Division when the system in Narumi’s suit monitoring his vitals had malfunctioned, causing them to suddenly flatline. 

“No, I don’t,” you smile as you nuzzle closer to him. 

“Well, there’s your answer.”

It’s easy to fall asleep after that, with his heartbeat lulling you to sleep along with the deep rise and fall of his chest with every breath and him holding you tight — all proof that he’s here, that he’s with you, that he’s alive. 

#narumi gen #narumi gen x reader #kaiju no 8 #kaiju no 8 x reader #kn8 #kn8 x reader #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no. 8 x reader #gen narumi #gen narumi x reader #kn8!chaos couple #mel writes #i have no patience so im just posting now

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Kafka Taking Care Of You At A Kaiju Cleanup Sight

Kafka Hibino X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Kaiju gore, blood

Word Count: 1.3k

(A/N:) I have been so dang excited about the Kaiju No. 8 anime! I have read the manga since it came out and when they finally announced it getting an anime adaption, I freaked out. So yesterday was so awesome, I watched it three times! XD So I apologize for the fangirl I'm about to become and hopefully all the other Kaiju No. 8 fangirls can appreciate what I'm about to do! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

You just knew your bosses hated you. It wasn't unusual for companies like Izumo Tech requesting specialists to go out in the field and oversee the kaiju cleanup crews. Only to make certain that they were receiving the best parts of the kaiju to create weapons, armor, and various forms of gear for the brave men and women who take the battles to the front line. But for some unfortunate reason you were the one being constantly sent out to supervise. It had to be done, even though the majority of the cleaning crews did their jobs right, but you'd be out of a job if you didn't go. This time you were to watch and take note of the Monster Sweep Inc. crew. The best of the business and always making sure they sent nothing but the parts Izumo requests. This wasn't the first time you had overseen this crew and you enjoyed being around them. What you didn't enjoy was dodging spurts of blood, or tripping over entrails, or squishing eyeball pieces under your shoes. The Defense Force always left a mess and it was the brave and iron stomached men and women of the cleaners.

Rubbing at your temples, fighting the oncoming headache, while your driver navigated the destroyed streets of the city. Your bag across your knees and the seatbelt strapped tight. You said a small prayer for the poor white shirt you unwittingly wore today. The car squealed to a stop as you couldn't go any further in the vehicle. Giving you a sorrowful smile, your driver let you out before backing out as fast as he could, leaving you alone in front of a giant bloody kaiju mess. Heaving a large sigh, the tainted coppery tang of kaiju blood filling your nostrils, you got to work.

"Hey Kafka," Masahide called to the dark haired male.

Kafka lifted his face shield wiping sweat from his forehead before heading to Toku's direction. Dread settled in the pit of his stomach, sensing he was being dragged into something else. He just hoped it wasn't entrail duty like the other times. But when Kafka saw you standing at Toku's side everything became clear, but it still didn't mean he was dodging entrail duty just yet.

"(Y/N) just got here. She's being assigned to your side since you're closer to the parts Izumo Tech are looking for."

You gave him a small wave, holding your bag tightly and standing as straight as could be. Making yourself as small as possible seemed like the safer option of keeping clean. You and Kafka knew each other pretty well by now as you had been on several scenes with him and the crew. You had become his charge every time you were on scene and it wasn't unusual for you both to go out for drinks and dinner afterwards. Majority of the time the other guys would join but sometimes you both were alone. So in Kafka's care you always felt safe as he tried his best not to splatter you with any kaiju fluids. Majority of cleaners didn't like you around, thinking that you were only here because the company thought they were doing their jobs wrong when it was the complete opposite. So it wasn't unusual for you to get doused in gore in an act of retaliation.

"Welcome back," Kafka said giving you a warm smile.

"Looks like you guys have your work cut out for you this time," you replied.

He sighed, shoulders sagging in defeat, "They keep upping our finish dates every time a kaiju is dispatched. They're really working us to the bone."

"Well if anyone can do it and handle it it's you guys," you offered him what little encouragement you could.

"Thanks." Kafka walked past you leaving you a little confused as he went to the company van. He tugged a large protective jacket from a bag on the floorboard before setting it on your shoulders. You gratefully slipped your arms inside and zipped it up to your chin. It swallowed you but you wouldn't complain.

"Thank you so much!"

Kafka blushed, "Didn't want your pretty shirt to get messed up."

"I didn't know I was coming out into the field until I came to work," you grumbled. "I would have dressed accordingly. Please continue like I'm not even here."

"I couldn't do that even if I tried," Kafka laughed. "Follow me. Some idle chat would do me some good."

Time passed by quickly as you and Kafka fell into easy chatter and before you both knew it lunch break was called. Majority of the time the smells of the dead kaiju killed your appetite but some form of luck came your way as the wind was right. Blowing the majority of the stench in the opposite direction. But still you couldn't do anything more than nibble on a few veggies you had packed in your bento. Kafka noticed you barely eating, so he dug around in his cooler. Tossing you a can, you caught it, barely.

"Ginger ale," he said at your confused glance. "It'll help settle your stomach. I carry them around just in case I'm on entrail duty. I also have some nausea pills somewhere too." He started to pat around in his pockets.

"No that's okay," you hurriedly grabbed his wrist. "This is more than enough thank you."

Sipping at the cold beverage and testing out a few bites of your lunch. You were able to finish most of it, but didn't push your luck as you had a couple more hours of staying on sight. The bark of the tree you leaned against, bit into your back. But you enjoyed the moment of just being able to take it easy. It was a rare thing to get to enjoy the slow pace of life. Between kaiju attacks, rushing around for work, and the fast pace of just life in general; you didn't find many times like this. Kafka, now finished with his lunch, leaned backwards cushioning his head with his hands. He breathed deep relaxing as the sun danced across his skin.

"Want to grab something later together," Kafka asked. His shoulders shaking as his nerves almost made him redact his question. You carefully slid your hand over, tugging at his sleeve, Kafka removed the hand you wanted from behind his head. You clasped his tightly in your grip, threading your fingers together causing him to stiffen. He knew he was sweaty and it only made his hand sweat worse and he didn't know how you felt about that. But you didn't let go.

"I would like that a lot," you replied. This time resting your head on his shoulder. "Thanks for taking care of me Kafka when I come here."

He gulped, "I enjoy it and want to make sure you're safe."

That had always been the thing. Nobody made you feel as safe as Kafka did. Accidents happened all the time at the sights of kaiju clean up and while it was dangerous for everyone involved. With Kafka you felt like at his side was the safest place that existed. Kafka squeezed your hand, closing his eyes and relishing in the touch of you. He would keep you safe no matter what. As he felt it as his duty as a man and friend. That is just who Kafka is deep down in his core. He squeezed your hand tighter resting his head on top of yours. Taking in the moment with you before you both got back to work. Yeah if you were by his side it was the safest place you could possibly be.

#Kafka Hibino X Reader #Kafka Hibino / Reader #Kafka Hibino #Kaiju No. 8 #Kafka Hibino Imagine #Kaiju No. 8 Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

[daiseukiis]

THE WAY DIVISION ONE DYES THEIR HAIR FOR RESPECT OF NARUMIIIIII IM GONNA SOB HES MY

HES MY SWEET BABY BOY I LOVE HIM

Also PLS QKFJQKFNSKFNA JM DEAD I CANT WRITE IN ANYTHING BUT ALL CAPS IM SORRY

THATS ALRIGHT ME TOO I FELT IT BUT HERE IS A SNEAK PEAK OF HOW IT GOES

#narumi gen #kaiju no 8 smau #crack fics #GODDDD TINDER WOULD LITERALLY BLOW YOUR MINDS #THE AMOUNT OF SHIT I CAN WRITE FOR THIS #BRUHH TEXTING GEN WOULD BE SUCH A BITCH BUT ALSO #I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD BE A FUN FRIEND #🎇 ; goen #✨ ; selene #🎏 ; may our fates forever intertwine #🎐 ; qi has heard your wish

[izfaish]

spoilers if you're not caught up to the manga but,

the only reason i'm so sure reno will fight in the current arc is because we needed his backstory like fifty chapters ago.

we barely know anything about him and he's the deuteragonist.

big fight = lore drop

as much as i love iharu, i hope he doesn't steal the lore spotlight from reno if he also appears.

#i have headcanons for reno that will probably be disproved but hey #i want to write fics for him #kaiju no. 8 #reno ichikawa #kn8 spoilers