#golden kamuy smut

[saintlevrant]

what's this?: yandere bestie ft lev whomever you want!!

tw: afab, fem-bodied reader, somnophilia, use of the pet name "sweetheart," piv sex, noncon, drugging, unsafe and unprotected sex (he did not wrap it b4 tapping it), brief mention of drinking pp, cumpaste, pernagnency, it's a lot gang... enjoy!

He's so positive and confident that it's near impossible to detect his fixation on you.

There's always something that throws you off his trail, like the time you found your panties tucked under his pillow. When questioned about it, alarm bells go off in his head, but he knows better than to show you his nervousness. He simply gave you a confused smile before asking you if you happened to leave them by accident the last time you stayed over.

"But that's the only explanation, sweetheart. How else would they have gotten there?"

Luckily for him, you believed that. He didn't want to lie to you, yet he had no other choice. You would've called him disgusting and weird if he told you that he keeps the flimsy fabric for his loneliest nights–stroking himself over and over whilst painting the garment with sticky ropes of his spent. He can never have you finding him out before he's ready for you to.

Like that, you're none the wiser, and he's back to assisting you at the grocery store, treating you to lunch, staying awake to chat with you at all times of the night; all while his obsession with you grows. He's going to extreme lengths, now, wanting to you to be a part of him and so badly craving to become a part of you.

It'd baffle you if you knew the things he's done without your knowledge; pissing in your jug of juice just to watch you pour yourself a glass and drink it and occasionally spilling his seed on your toothbrush before lightly rinsing it off. But it leaves him craving more and more. Just watching you consume the essence of him leaves his cock so incredibly hard.

Times like these are the most treacherous for him, so he manages to relieve himself when you're fast asleep.

Kneeling between the thighs of your sleeping form as he slowly strokes himself, he pushes your panties to the side; the soft and kind eyes that you're familiar with are deranged and wide with greed. Those eyes watch you possessively. Such a clueless little thing you are as he runs his thumb between your folds with a gentle touch.

You're so beautiful when you're sleeping–more oblivious to his ministrations than you usually are.

Somehow, you always manage to miss the dark look he gives any man who approaches you. His jaw slightly clenched as the cute smile he offers you becomes taut with anger. There's nothing in the world that pisses him off more than the thought of another man having the gall to even look at you.

"All men are dogs, so you need to stay away from them," he's told you time and time again. "I'm the exception."

He has always tacked on that last part and reinforced it with sweet gestures and kind words, but if you were awake to see the look in his eyes right now, you'd realize that he's not an exception. In fact, he may be considered the worst kind of man.

Without any second thoughts, he kneels between your spread thighs and watches how the calm rise and fall of your chest stutters every touch he gives you, giving firm tugs to his cock as his thoughts dwindles into a perverse ramble of how he'll stretch you out.

The pre that's leaking out is clear and sticky, allowing his hand to work itself languidly along the shaft. A broken purr thunders from him in response, he widens the stance of his knees and angles himself down until his tip kisses your entrance.

Not even a full thump of his heart goes by–he's sheathing himself fully into your wet heat, to the hilt–and it causes you stir. Nerves wrack their way to the very tips of your toes and fingers for a moment, and he stills himself, watching as you settle back into your snoozing, relaxed state.

It's not like he can move right now, though–not with the constricting pull of your walls already trying to milk him for what he's worth. He fights against tapping out, not wanting to waste the opportunity he's made for himself just because the pussy was too good. The struggle brings him down to his elbows, strangling a few syllables out of him in a gruff huff.

"'s f-kin t-tight..."

His garbled words fall on deaf ears, you lying there sound asleep, unaware of what he's saying or doing–unable to wonder where he'd gotten that phrase from, but your cunny is drooling–making a complete mess–and fluttering around his girth, giving it her all to accommodate him. He lets out a breathless chuckle at this; he knew you were meant for him.

"You're perfect for me, sweetheart. So, so perfect."

He wills himself to offer you an experimental roll of his hips, and the action ushers out a melodic of moan from his throat. Then he drops his forehead to your shoulder, groaning when he rolls his hips into you.

He does it again, again, again, until he's fucking you with fervor. All thoughts are lost on him, watching your peaceful face contort and your breasts bounce from the impact of his hips.

The man pounds into you nonstop with no plan to let up, his gravelly moans pitched up a bit higher than normal as he chases his high, lifting your leg to hook around his waist. Hyperfocused on the sounds of your pussy squelching and slap of his hips against yours. He reaches down to grab the back of one of your knees, pushing your leg up to your head.

The angle makes your mumble in your sleep; the tip of his cock punching your cervix in time with his thrusts. Your sensitive walls clasps onto every ridge and vein of his thick shaft. Your pussy has the him in a vice as his cock fucks deep into you. He's close.

"O-Oh, fuck, sweetheart," body hunched over your unconscious one in unison with the stutter of his hips and strained groans slipping from his lips.

Stars begin forming in his vision, popping out of nowhere and disappearing when his eyes roll to the back of his skull. Body flushing in a hot, white heat when his climax crashes into him, spurting sticky webs deep into your womb.

Once his balls are emptied out entirely, he slides himself out and places your panties back to where they were before, satisfied with himself.

And he's even more satisfied when you call him crying a few weeks later, sniffling and stammering after finding out that you're pregnant. His voice is soothing as sympathetic as he tries to calm you down, but he's grinning at the news; grateful to the sleeping pill that he slipped into your drink that day.

© saintlevrant 2024.♡ happy Halloween, ya nasty.

[dollwrites]

hiiiiiii would you be willing to write something with ogata and a shy lover?

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. minors dni, dark themes may be present. these pieces are never proof read so mistakes are probably present. < 3 enjoy your experience

“Don’t give me that look. You’re the one that needed my gloves,” Ogata chided, chastising you for the warm blush and the way that you shy away from his touch. your eyes flicker to the red gloves that are loose around your fingers, and hang further down on your wrists. you’d asked the wildcat sniper, in a timid little voice, if you could wear his gloves after losing yours on the mountainside, but you had no idea that you were meant to be his personal heater when he agreed.

his hands were ice cold— a testament to the brutal snowstorm you found yourself sheltering away from— and they made you let out a soft squeak when they found their way beneath your layers of warm clothes. “You want my hands to freeze?” he challenged, running one palm over your breast, the irreparable pad of his thumb pushing at the hardening bud in an almost teasing manner. the other hand was much more dastardly in its intentions. it curved over the shape of your supple belly, and dipped between your hips, finding that sweet, warm slick with his first two fingers. one eyebrow twitched at your reaction— a sharp inhale and squeak. you couldn’t watch him watch you, it was way too embarrassing. “If my fingers get frostbite, they’ll rot away,” he muttered. his voice, though taking on a macabre topic, was matter-of-fact instead of daunting. “I won’t be able to pull the trigger of my rifle anymore, and we will both starve if I can’t hunt.”

the way he fondled you was more than a little bit demeaning. he pinched and squeezed, rubbed with his fingertips or jabbed with his thumb, as if familiarizing himself with a new firearm, and not a delicate woman’s most intimate areas. you turn your head to the side, and feel the ghost of the snow shifting above the little trench Ogata’d buried the two of you in to keep warm flutter as it flutters against your cheek. the trench was barely big enough for him, and since he’d pinned you below his weight with one knee between your thighs, the other leg pressed close to yours, there was nowhere for you to be able to escape to.

“Sure, b—but… can’t we hold hands instead?” you ask, sheepishly squirming when he uses the tip of his forefinger to lightly scrape at your swelling button. “Or I can—-!”

Ogata is so silent. it unnerves you, how quiet he is sometimes. his eyes are deep and unreadable, abysmal whirlpools, but they’re hyper focused on the way your expression contorts and the sound of your little whimper when he slips his middle finger into you.

“O—Ogata…!” your hands flee towards his arm, grasping his bicep. you can barely feel his body warmth with the several layers between your hand and his arm, but you still cling to it. “Th—that’s—“

“Jesus, you’re warm. Tight…” he mutters, his eyes flitting the length of your body to rest on the movement of his hand beneath your layers. he pushes his finger deep, slowly straightening and then curling his finger. you writhe in response, your inner walls in a frenzy, and hide your face in both hands. Ogata notices your act of shame, and the corners of his mouth twitch, but the specter of a smirk never reaches fruition. “It’s annoying when you do that.” he grunts, his finger pumping in and out of you at a steady pace now. he was intrigued by the way your breath caught in your throat, the way your eyelids fluttered behind your fingers, interested in the way you looked when he played with your pussy, but here you were hiding. “You’re so shy you don’t even wanna look at me?” Ogata muses, giving your breast a hard squeeze. his teeth sank against the inside of his cheek upon the feeling of your flesh against his palm, between his fingers…

you shook your head, babbling behind your makeshift shield of red leather about how embarrassing it was. “Because you’re so wet.” he thought aloud, his brows threatening to furrow as he contemplates, before the hand on your chest escapes from your clothes, and instead pries one of your hands away with a tight grip on your wrist. you whine and squirm, but ultimately feel him anchor the back of your hand to the earth by your head. your free hand still hovers near your face, though it’s drifted moreso to your mouth so you can chew at the tips of your fingers, tasting the leather of Ogata’s glove. you want to close your eyes, but you can feel him pressing his forehead against yours, and when you look up, your eyes are locked in his stormy gaze. “You’re being dramatic. I already knew I made your pussy wet.” you cringed at how blunt he was: Ogata made everything sound ten times worse with that flat, lifeless baritone. sure, you had a crush on him and maybe you weren’t that good at hiding it, but did he have to say it like that?

your back arches when you feel his ring finger join the middle. they were long and thick, calloused and roughened by the elements, cold to the touch, but they felt good plundering you. “I—I’m already full…” you mewl before his forefinger can worm its way inside with the other two. it’s embarrassing to admit, but it leaves your lips, and your voice sounds almost in awe at the sensation. “Can’t take anymore…”

Ogata pauses his ministrations with his fingers still knuckle deep in your core, his breath warm against your cheeks, and he said this just to embarrass you further, “Gotta stretch you out a little bit before you’ll be ready to take a cock.” his mouth never once brushed against your skin, offering not a single ounce of comfort or romance in this moment. instead, he sighs, as if the task at hand was impossible. “We can’t have you screaming like a trapped bunny when I stick you.”

[iwashie]

𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴 (18+)| GOLDEN KAMUY

ft. Ogata Hyakunosuke

∗  ˖࣪ ໒꒱  ˚₊· synopsis: you work in a lodging and end up attracting Ogata’s attention, who prefers to share a room with you.

･ﾟﾟ･｡　wc: 2.7k + warnings- mdni, nsfw content, f!reader, 20+ characters, petnames(dumb doll), face-fuck,ing vaginal sex, rough sex, squirting, breeding/creampie, one night stand, implied cnc. (also on ao3 )

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Karafuto, for lack of words, was a change of plans. So many things got out of hand, happened, and Ogata felt so many things, things that changed within him. Now he was back with Hijikata’s group, looking for the most beneficial place for him and this brought him back to Sapporo in the lodging where you worked.

The way he stared at you, his eye roaming every bit of your body, focusing on the volume of the kimono on your breasts and the bars raised, showing off your thighs; his only eye, on display, fixed on your figure, as if it could consume you right there. The grin he gave you shivered you and made you cover your body with your arms, but your insides warmed with the intensity of that stare.

After Karafuto, Ogata was a new man, with feelings exploding within him, and perhaps Ushiyama was right about pouring those feelings into the prostitutes. Perhaps, that was why Ogata- after spending much of the time he spent in the lodging, eating you with his eyes, smiling every time he noticed you looking away and face red-, was leaning against the wall, waiting for you to come back from the bath.

“That’s a beautiful sight...” You were startled to find the man who had been driving you crazy all day, leaning against your bedroom door. You wrapped the towel around your body, trying to hide your skin from that dark gaze.

“What do you want?” You stared at that man from top to bottom, your insides twisting every time you noticed how handsome he was, even carrying the gun and with that feline manner. “I’m sorry, but if it’s problems with the room, I can’t do anything. We’re full.”

Ogata leaned off the door and stopped in front of you, his tall stature shadowing you, making you swallow dry and lift your head to face him. That warm feeling in the middle of your legs with his presence so close, his breath hitting your face.

“Then I can only sleep in your room.” You cringed at his speech as he just smiled, the intense gaze descending your towel-covered body. “The customer’s need first, isn’t it?” He moved closer, his pectoral glued together with your arms holding the towel and a hand of his went towards your pinned hair, pulling you face to face with him.

“I can satisfy your needs, too.” You sighed faintly as you felt his nose close to your cheek, his raspy voice chilling you and the hand caught in your hair running down your back, making you bite your mouth to cover a moan. “Just say it.”

You squinted, resting your head on his shoulder, thoughts between pushing him away, demanding respect and pretending it never happened, especially the heat in the middle of your legs increasing with his caresses, or accepting that apparent soldier who stared at you like you were prey ready to be devoured and killing that thought of having him touch you with the same intensity he stared at you.

You couldn’t deny that from the moment the group walked into the lodging and you stared at each other, your body reacted like it hadn’t in a long time, an uncontrollable heat coursing through your body and the shivers that look gave you, turning those sensations into impure thoughts with that stranger, heat pooling in the middle of your legs. And now, there he was, offering to fuck you the way you wanted.

You lifted your face; the heat warming your cheeks, whether from embarrassment or horniness, by the way he slid his hand up close to your ass and up to your neck, the decision stamped on your face.

“Be quick, soldier.” You pushed him into your room as he let himself be guided, a tiny smile on his scarred face.

As soon as you closed the door, you were pressed against it, your back slamming hard and the man’s mouth drawing you out of air in a hungry, toothy, bitten kiss. You entwined your hands around his neck and pulled him closer, gluing your bodies together as you returned the urgency of kissing.

His hands tore off the towel, exposing your body to the icy air and calloused, rough hands that roamed every corner, squeezing and scratching, marking the soft flesh with his ferocity. You moaned against his mouth as he slapped your ass and squeezed the soft flesh. His mouth went down to your neck, sucking and biting every bit of skin he could, making you grumble in pain and clasp your hands on his clothes.

“K-kind, please.” You grumbled, feeling him scrape his teeth on your collarbone. He pulled his mouth away from your body, a hand coming up to your chin, forcing you to face him; the dark eye glowing with something more than a desire that made you shudder and squeeze your legs.

“I’m not kind, dumb doll.” He laughed softly and cupped one of your tits, sucking, biting, licking as he pleased, making you feel pain. But even with all his rudeness, the horniness spread through your body, wetting the middle of your legs.

He was being just as you thought, rude and feverish. The way you liked it.

You bit your mouth, suppressing the moans and the smile that formed with each rude way he touched you, turning you on more and more, pinning his face against your body.

He sucked your breasts like a madman; His tongue and teeth flicking your nipples as he sucked hard, making loud noises and hands squeezing your thighs, rising to your ass which was also treated with force.

You couldn’t help but push his head down towards your wet, blinking pussy in need, and entwine your legs around his body, sighing loudly at the heat of his mouth.

Ogata came down as your hands pushed his head down and his hands played with your thighs, fingers very close to your wet, aching pussy. You shuddered as you felt him huffed against your belly as his fingers got wet, sliding down your folds, shaking you and clinging to him.

“Open your legs.” He commanded, kneeling down, and you did, feeling his hands squeezing the inside of your legs, his head burying in you, drawing out a loud moan as soon as he licked a strip, his tongue covering your pussy.

You grabbed his hair and shoulders, your head against the door and your back arched as the man licking you sucked on your clit and stuck his tongue along two fingers inside your gummy, hot pussy, squeezing him tighter and tighter.

Ogata hummed against you, amused by the way you moaned loudly for more, fingers buried in the black strands and swayed your waist to his face, choking on a moan as he folded his fingers and nibbled on your bud.

His moves were so fast and rude, and it had you melting, moaning for the soldier kneeling between your legs.

“Close! Close!” You pinned his head against you, a trembling leg caught around his neck as he ate you willingly; licking patterns, circling and sucking on your bud, fingers buried and gulping all your juice.

He ate you like a starved man. And he really was. It had been a long time since he’d played like this with a woman and feeling your taste was driving him crazy.

Ogata pulled away from you, making you grumble about being close to cumming and missing the stimulus. You opened your eyes, staring at his wet face, the red mouth, the smirk. You pulled him back, controlling the kiss, hot breathing, saliva and your taste on his tongue.

You ran your fingers through his clothes, undoing any knots and buttons, hurriedly removing the thick clothes, moving down to his belt, sliding down his uniform pants and loincloth, all still kissing him willingly and his hands pinned to your waist, pinning you against the door.

Ogata smirked between kisses, rubbing his waist against yours, making you gasp and shudder as you felt his hard cock against your skin. You slid a hand down his muscular body, down to his cock and around it with the tip of your finger, making him shiver and hold you tighter, biting your mouth.

“Bed, now.” You pushed him onto the bed, eyes locked on him, walking on his back until he fell into the soft of the covers. You eyed his body, biting your mouth as you found the defined muscles scarred, his dark happy trail denoting the thick, enormous cock dripping pre-cum from the fat head.

You licked your lower lip and rested your hands on his knees, kneeling between his thick thighs on the edge of the bed. Your insides rolled in horniness. That man was entirely hot and thick; you didn’t know if you were going to handle that cock, but it turned you on even more.

“I don’t take orders, dumb doll.” He said, staring at you in the middle of his legs, kissing one thigh and caressing the other, climbing up to his cock, and a hand wrapped around your hair, pulling you close to his face, pain plastered on your face. “I command here.” You nodded, closing your eyes in pain and digging your nails into his thighs.

He pushed your head against his cock and released you, opening his legs wider for you to settle. You stared at his impassive face and moved down until you were face on his balls, slowly licking each one, sucking before moving up licking the length of his cock, your smooth tongue playing with the underside of the head and wiping the pre-cum with your tongue.

You went up and down licking the big, thick cock, having a hard time wetting the entire length.

He watched your every move, smiling as you couldn’t with the thickness of his cock, nor with the help of your hands could you do it all.

Your jaw ached, and only half of his cock was inside your mouth. You drooled on his cock, spreading the saliva with your hands and went down on him; your tongue skirting the pulsing vein and half the length of his cock as your hands covered the rest.

You stared at him through half-open eyes, your mouth sucking his cock willingly and masturbating the rest, alternating movements, drawing gasps from him staring at you. You were doing your best sucking on him, playing with the fat head on the roof of your mouth and licking the extension, saliva dripping down your chin.

You closed your eyes, pleasure sprouting through your body, knowing he was big enough to make you gag, wondering what it would be like when he fucked you, moaning on his cock.

Ogata grunted at the sensation, waist shaking and he brought a hand to the back of your head, forcing you to swallow his cock, the tip slamming into the end of your throat, making you gasp and grab his legs as he sighed heavily at the tight feel on his cock.

“Stand still.” His two hands holding your head as he shoved his cock down your throat, going deep and repeating until you choked on it, saliva dripping along with pre-cum and making you cry, hands stuck on his legs, forming marks of your nail.

Ogata fucked your face hard and fast, sighing heavily, watching you swallow his cock with difficulty and tears mingle along with the saliva on your red face.

You were running out of air and his hands were holding you in place, forcing his cock into your throat, making you let out strange noises and shudder, your pussy dripping in arouse.

Ogata stopped pushing his waist against your face and the hands still in your hair threw you onto the mattress, pulling you by the legs and forcing your ass into the air as you coughed and choked in the air.

You tried to get up, a hand extended to him and still coughing, tried to speak. “Huh, did you choke on my cock so well you can’t speak?” He let out a laugh, his hands strong on your body.

“Wait.” Your throat burned and coughed more. “Name... What’s your name?”

Ogata raised an eyebrow, soon understanding what you wanted. “Ogata. But don’t worry, because you’ll forget while I fuck you.” He slapped your ass and got you into position again, hands caressing your ass and thighs, slapping your wet pussy, making you jump and moan.

You widened your eyes and opened your mouth, a faint moan coming out as soon as his fat head came in, stretching you until you had him inside you, the thick, enormous cock making you close your eyes in pain and pleasure, squeezing him.

Ogata grunted loudly, feeling your warmth and the way you squeezed him, rubbing your ass against his waist, smiling openly and pressing his hands on your waist, going in and out deeply.

You grabbed the covers and moaned loudly, feeling his waist slam against your ass hard, the tip of his cock slamming into your womb, having you roll your eyes and moan loudly, squeezing and wetting his cock more and more.

“Squeezing so well...” Ogata said with gritted teeth, sinking inside you, making his cock disappear and shuddering you with each thrust.

You sank your head into the bed, muffling the loud moans, your hands white from the force holding the cover, pleasure spreading across your body from the way Ogata was fucking you.

The sound of skin slapping against skin, the wetness of your pussy engulfing his cock, the bed creaking and slamming against the wall, your muffled screams and his heavy gasps.

You lifted your head as you felt him spit on your ass, a scream escaping as his thumb penetrated your ass, curving upwards, holding you in place.

Ogata fucked you hard and fast, one leg up on the bed, hands gripping your waist, forcing your upper body into the bed and your ass in the air, swaying with his cock sliding in and out of your tight, wet pussy.

You let out screams, his name forgotten in the back of your head, white fingers clinging to the cover, drool and tears wetting the thin fabric, your back aching from the way he held you, ass burning from the force his waist and balls clashed with your soft flesh and belly had a bulge from where the fat head of his cock slammed; The good feeling of being fucked rudely making you clench his cock and the knot in your stomach tighten.

“O-Ogata! Ngh... Close, Ogata!” You warned between screams and saliva, squinting at the sensation exploding inside you; a loud moan escaping your plump lips and the cum squirting on his cock and lower body, which continued to abuse your warm, gummy wall.

Your cum continued to squirt into him, driving you crazy, the sore muscles, the heavy breathing, head dizzy and hooded eyes grumbling for the man inside you.

Ogata grinned as he made you squirt, pussy receiving him so well that he felt that sensation on the tip of his cock, going deeper and faster, his thumb still stuck in your ass.

Ogata cummed hard inside you, hot, thick liquid painting your insides white as you squeezed him. He came out of you with a grunt, slapping your ass, seeing his cum running down your legs, and you sliding tiredly on the bed, feeling your eyes plume.

You grumbled as you felt Ogata’s hand on your neck, pulling you into a lip press and soon your heavy body fell onto the bed, eyes closing.

When you woke up, your face was swollen from crying, your voice was just a squeak, your body had marks all over the place, your legs were still shaking, and you could still feel Ogata’s cock inside you, drawing a faint smile from you.

Ogata seemed to glow in the middle of the group as a very tall man tapped his shoulder and laughed loudly. The eyes of the man who fucked you the night before following you everywhere, that smirk on his face. The other customers looked away from you and the owner of the lodging couldn’t look at you without turning red. 

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golden kamuy

jojos bizarre adventure (parts 1-8)

berserk

one piece

genshin impact

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[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, noncon ( it borders on dubcon though ), mention of guns, anonymous sex, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯𝘀 ∣ prompt # eighteen // sex in an onsen

you kept your head tilted back against slick stone— gaze fixed on the long barrel of a rifle leaned up against the jagged rock only an arm’s length away. he hadn’t exactly threatened you with it, but the very air around him seemed to be a warning in itself when he’d ordered you out of the water, so you’d obeyed ( albeit cursing him quietly ). you’d been staying at a nearby inn for the last week or so, and you couldn’t say that he looked familiar. he must not have been local, which made you all the more nervous about the fact that he’d managed to catch you alone in the onsen.

he was a man of few words, as soon as you stood up in the water, he had your body arched over it and your legs spread, taking only a moment to drop his garb and spit in his hand, slathering it over a hardening cock before he plunged into you.

the pressure forces a mewl from your lips, and when his thick, calloused hands settled on the flare of your wet hips, he jerks your body forward to meet a greedy pace. at first, your eyes glared up at him as you protested, but when you saw that such a thing wouldn’t work on him ( not even a twitch in his stoic expression ), they had fallen over the body of the stranger fucking you. lean, but deeply chiseled and rugged, with faded battle scars. he was a soldier, at least at one point, made obvious by the blue of his garments discarded, which would explain why he was so heavily armed. looking at his body, watching the muscles in his lower abdomen dance beneath his skin when he thrusts forward was putting you into a trance. your hands wanted to reach out, grab his forearms as he held on to you with an angry grip, and anchor yourself to your assailant. that wasn’t right, and you knew it, but you couldn’t deny it felt good. his pace was not an overly rough one, and even the way your walls fluttered around the girth he provided was not unpleasant—

“Fuck, you’re tight, don’t get fucked much, do ya?” he muttered under his breath and clenched his jaw; you could watch the healed scars on his face shudder. as if spurred to do so, your insides spasm, clamping down on him harder in response. good. you wanted to be so tight that he felt like he was being strangled— your little way of getting him back for the assault.

“Go— to hell—“

you squirm, groan, and try to sit up, but he scoffs, one of his hands planting itself on your naked breast, his fingers splaying out as he pressed his weight on your chest, “be still.” he’d demanded, pinning you tightly with your back against the stone, so you’d eventually dropped your head back, focusing instead of the rifle. your body slid against the rock, leaving your skin raw and feeling irritated, but you reach out with one hand towards the weapon, considering pointing it right in his face and demanding he let you go. the stranger huffed and snorted as he mounted you, fucking you with reckless abandon.

the rifle appeared almost as a witness— the steam curling up around it, enveloping it in a thick blanket. the man notices where you’re reaching, and a rough grunt escapes his lips, “Wanna shoot me, girlie?” his tone was low and taunting, as if he knew that even with the gun within your reach, you wouldn’t be able to.

you still nod, though. if you knew how to use that thing, you’d fill him full of holes.

“Get in line, sweetheart.”

suddenly, the sensation of rough skin— broken and calloused— on your face makes you start. his fingers have traversed up the side of your neck and grasped your chin, forcing your eyes back to him. “Look at me,” he demands. you don’t want to do as he says, and you know the reason why.

you didn’t want to enjoy what was happening to you.

but you, eventually, allow your gaze to lock on with his, and you feel your stomach sink at the lustful, greedy look in deep, abyssal eyes.

for several, agonizing moments, there was nothing but ragged breath and skin slapping as he stared into your eyes. his teeth clenched, snorting through his nose like a wild animal. and you, trying to kill every whimper that threatened to break the barrier of your pursed lips as the thick, throbbing tip of the stranger’s cock battered your sensitive, spongy interior nerves. he could see the struggle in your eyes, the conflict with yourself, your determination to pretend you hated it as much as you should. the spectre of amusement passes across his expression, before he pushes his fingers against your lips, smearing the scent of salt and sweat across them, pushing them open so he can worm his digits inside, making you taste him.

“Cute.”

[iwashie]

"𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙀𝘼…?" (18+)| GOLDEN KAMUY

ft. Hijikata Toshizou

∗  ˖࣪ ໒꒱  ˚₊· synopsis: You work in a teahouse, which sometimes markets the attendants. And when that old man walked into the store, you couldn't get him out of your head.

･ﾟﾟ･｡　wc: 2.3k + warnings- mdni, nsfw content, petnames, fingering, cunnilingus, f!reader, 18+ characters, age gap (not mentioned the age, but definitely younger than him), It's not exactly faithful to the manga/anime, but maybe it's halfway through the second season.

— ☆ A/N: I can't get this old man out of my head, so I needed to do something like the good old man appreciator that I am.

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You rarely felt that way... That tingling all over your body, your stomach churning and the heat in the middle of your legs, making you rub your thighs and bite your lower lip hard, trying to control yourself. But when it happened, you knew you didn’t make mistakes.

And that older man made you feel it with just a glance.

The way he walked in, his head held high, gray hair shining, posture upright, the swords gracing his back and the way he side-looked at you, sending a shiver down your body. Even surrounded by others, you knew he was the leader. And even though he was old, you knew he was still alive.

You knew you needed that man. You couldn’t let him go without having him, even if it was for a short time.

Lucky for you, the one chosen to serve tea to their room was you, and that was the only time you would have to play your charm. As you poured tea to the group, you noticed the papers on the table- maps. This stated that soon he would leave town. You needed to play well or you wouldn’t get another chance. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed he followed your movements, eyes glued to you and a grin tugging on his face.

You couldn’t contain your smile, still pouring the tea, being courteous and throwing your charm at the old man. You left the room more nervous and desirous than before. That old man was messing with you.

Even if you didn’t have problems with the older citizens, you avoided at all costs the old men who frequented the teahouse, as they were married, they were always drunk, and according to the conversations of the other women, they were bad in bed, but they were still customers, they needed to be treated well.

But this old man now showed that he wasn’t like the other old men, displaying that he was still alive and that feeling burning inside you didn’t lie.

You didn’t know how long it took, but your charm game—the collar of the kimono falling over your shoulders, showing off some of your breasts, the shared looks and smiles, and touching his knee as you poured the tea—worked.

It only took that to have his soft lips on yours, his beard tickling your chin, the firm hands grabbing your neck and thigh, making room for him in the middle of your legs. The heated kiss making you dizzy and sigh against his mouth, hands grabbing the green coat, pulling him closer, locking him with your legs, rubbing against his bulge, making him growl.

“Calm down, sweetie... I’m not running away.” He said, pulling back a little to face you, a smile on his lips, one of his hands caressing your thigh and the other holding your chin, his thumb skirting your plump lips. 

You smiled roguishly, resting your head on your shoulder and moving a leg up and down the side of his body. “But we don’t have all the  time, old man.” He chuckled, hooded eyes hovering over you. You felt goosebumps at that look.

“Smart girl.” He rolled his shoulders, taking off his green coat and removed his black waistcoat, opening the first few buttons of the white button-up shirt, showing off his neck and collarbones with dark lines. “And what does this smart girl want?”

You kneeled in front of him, your hands moving up his thighs and stopping at his belt, eyes shining at him, you said slyly. “I want you.”

He smiled, bringing a hand to your hair tied in a bun and let go, caressing the strands and your cheekbone, dark eyes shining at you. The sight of you kneeling, eyes shining and plump mouth, the kimono untidy and open, showing half of your upper body and thighs together, made him grin wider and his cock tighten in his trousers.

“Good girl.” He pushed you lying on the futon, kneeling in the middle of your legs, and kissed you again. His soft mouth was rough on yours, hot breath against your face as one hand of his moved up the inside of the kimono, playing with your inner thigh, fingers wandering close to your aching, wet pussy. You felt him smile against your mouth, biting your bottom lip as calloused fingers pulled away the wet piece of clothing.  

“This wet…” He laughed, running his fingers through your pussy, spreading the liquid. You spread your legs a little and mewl in his ear, hands squeezing his shoulders. He slides two fingers between your lips and climbs up to the nerve, making circles, having you cling to him, head hanging back. 

He played for a little longer, fingers running up and down your lips, circling and squeezing the nerve and slipping a finger inside, lingering in and out, making you moan and shudder in his fingers. You whimpered as he removed his fingers, and seeing through half-open eyes, he took both fingers in his mouth, humming as he looked at you. 

You closed your eyes tightly, feeling your chest rise and fall heavily, legs trembling, and your throat dry. That old man was driving you crazy. You felt his hands around your legs, pulling you closer, fingers squeezing into your shin as he rested his face on your knee. 

“Maybe the smart girl wants more...” You propped yourself up on your elbows and nodded quickly, stunned by the dark eyes shining, his mouth red, expression so teasing.

He lifted your hips, firm hands grabbing your thighs and leaned in, dusting kisses down your belly, and giving an open-mouth kiss to your pussy, making you shudder. His flat tongue licking stripes from bottom to top, sucking your clit and going over again, gulping in your juice. 

Your fingers digging in the long, gray strands, rolling against his face, hanging your head back and moaning loudly, toes curling. His hands clamped tightly on your thighs, white marks on your skin in the place he held you. 

“Old man...” You breathed, body shuddering, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening as his tongue slid in and out of you, nose buried in your clit, sending shivers down your body while his beard tickled your legs and ass.

He stuck two fingers along his tongue, your gummy wall squeezing and soaking him as he hit that spot that had you arching your back. You shuddered, grabbing his hair, legs locking his head, a weak moan escaping your lips as you cum in his face. 

He let you calm down, letting go of his head and hair to give one last suck, making you squirm for sensitivity, and pulled away from your body, saying, “So sweet, smart girl.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, chest heavy and legs wobbly, staring at him — his foggy dark eyes, down his nose glowing, your liquid stuck in his beard. He took off his shirt, showing his body with defined muscles and the strong dark lines- you shivered to see that the lines covered his entire torso. It was scary. 

He smiled sheepishly, his fingers taking a while to undo his trousers, playing with you, watching him while biting your lip. When he slid down his trouser and loincloth, releasing his big, thick cock, a throbbing underside vein, and the tip leaking pre-cum, you were sure this old man would fuck you so well. 

“Lying down for me, smart girl.” You obeyed, making room for him as he hovered over you, arms around your head, your legs around his waist and his cock weighing on your belly. 

Just seeing his cock resting on your belly, your insides twisted in anticipation. That would be so good. 

He grabbed the base and rubbed his cock into your wet folds, lubricating his cock, slowly torturing you. You squeezed him with your legs, receiving a giggle as he aligned his cock with your entrance. You closed your eyes as he pushed the tip, the fat head of his cock splitting you in half.

“Too much?” You agreed, biting your mouth and hands on his shoulders. He chuckled softly and pushed it all in slowly, watching you gasp and wince. “It’s all in, sweetie.”

He started calmly, feeling your walls squeeze his cock with each thrust. The feeling of him moving in and out made you roll your eyes. His girth stretched you up so well that you wanted more and more of that old man. 

“M-More, old man.” You shuddered as he went deep, his waist slamming against yours. 

“Greedy, I see,” He growled and did as asked. He went deep and fast, his heavy balls slapping against your ass and making you moan loudly, swaying on the futon.

“So tight, sweetie.” His voice was quiet, close to your ear as your moans and the wet slick of him moving in and out of you filled the room. 

You clung to his shoulders, pulling him closer, moaning loudly in his ear, wincing with each thrust, making you squint. If you weren’t so dumb fucked by the way his cock stretched you, the tip kissing your cervix and that vein rubbing against your tight wall, you’d be teasing him until you got more, but that was already taking you to the edge.

He engulfed one breast, sucking and biting the nipple and the other squeezing the soft flesh, his cock going in and out fast making you see stars with his mouth open, muttering moans and fingers in between the gray strands.

Oh, that old man was much better than any younger person you’ve been with.

“Shit. If you squeeze me so hard, I’ll cum, sweetie...” He grunted against your breast, mouth wet with saliva and sweat on his forehead. 

You gasped as you felt his thumb circling your clit, still pushing into you. You felt that knot in your stomach tightening, your toes curling up as you pulled him down with your thighs. 

“Cl-close...” He smiled and sped up the movements on your bud and in seconds, your orgasm washed over you, gushing on his cock inside you. Your head falling into the pillow, hair sticking to your face, chest rising and dropping, and legs wobbly. 

“Good girl.” He kissed your sweaty forehead. You opened one eye, seeing him with a furrowed brow, biting his mouth to hold back the moans and his waist shaking. “Damn- I’m close.” 

You grumbled as he pulled out, the feeling of emptiness filling you instead of his big, thick cock. He rested one hand on the futon and the other masturbated his cock. You pulled him into a kiss, muffling his moan as the hot liquid poured your belly. 

His thick ropes are spilling into you for a time, his load so heavy and hot, forming lines on your sweaty skin. You sucked on his lower lip before he pulled away, the gray hair sticking to his forehead, his face in a relaxed expression and glistening with sweat. 

The old man was so good and hot that you felt your pussy aching, even though you had just cum for the second time. You chuckled, remembering that the feeling never misses. And here you were, lying underneath the prettiest old man you’ve ever seen, totally relaxed that he had made you cum twice.

“What’s so funny, smart girl?” He glanced at you, putting his clothes back on. You couldn’t help but feel sad. 

You sat on your heels, the kimono still open, showing off your body and the marks he painted on it, and helped him put on his waistcoat and fix his hair. “It’s just that I knew you differed from the other old men when you walked in.” 

He laughed. “And with that, you had me wrapped around your finger, playing dirty in the tearoom.” You laughed along with him, your arms around his neck, body glued to his back. 

“Sure. I knew you would fuck me really well.” You bit his ear and his hand landed on your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze. 

“A smart girl, indeed.” He said, untangling from your grip and fixed your kimono and hair before standing up. 

“Not a goodbye kiss?” You pouted, staring at him still on the floor. 

“If I kiss you again, I won’t be able to leave and I need to, smart girl.” You knew it would happen. Unlike the other customers who stuck after they finished, this old man was leaving.  

“I’ll see you, at least?” You asked, pinning your hair in a bun again and squeezing the kimono properly. 

“I never settle down, sweetie.” He held your chin as soon as you joined him at the door. 

“A name or not, mysterious sir?” You knew that evasion was a bad sign. It wasn’t uncommon to see men with guns walking around, but old swordsmen coming and going were something to worry about, and that old man had big plans. 

You went down together, entering the chaos of the teahouse again, finding the other old man and the pretty man with scars on his chin standing in the doorway, waiting for him. You watched him join the two of them, swords gracing his broad back and gray hair swaying as he walked, the upright posture of a leader. 

“Hijikata Toshizou, smart girl.”

You smiled, watching him walk away from the store. You knew you’d probably never see that man again, but you couldn’t help but wish a second time would happen.

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© iwashie 2023, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

[dynamites-ao3]

By Design

Ogata Hyakunosuke x f! Reader

explicit ; 8k words ; canon-compliant pwp

In Karafuto on the brink of a snowstorm, you thoughtlessly run out of ammunition. Ever the opportunist, Ogata accompanies you for more.

Or, simply: Ogata gets you alone.

read here on ao3!

(a/n: forewarning for dubious consent.)

[readerficsbyhyaku]

No Honorifics Needed (Kikuta Mokutarou x Reader)

summary

I finally caught up to GK season 4 and that first episode made me fall in love with Kikuta (and the opening too damn) so here is some appreciation for the man. Can you believe there is no other Kikuta x Reader on AO3 ?

You're the other Second Lieutenant under Tsurumi's orders and you're sent to Noboribetsu Springs to unwind. Thing is, you're the only woman of your division and you want to enjoy the hot springs. This is what happens when you step in and introduce yourself to some previously unmet subordinates.

Superior Private Usami and Private First Class Nikaidou were in Noboribetsu Springs when Warrant Officer Kikuta joined them amidst the steam filled air. The two lower ranking soldiers raised their eyes to stare at the newcomer.

“Did you just get here today ?” Kikuta asked the men under the hot water streams.

Usami immediately stood up and respectfully answered him, which seemed to please Kikuta. More small talk ensued, which you couldn’t quite hear from outside the springs.

The steam saturated air gushed out when you slid open the door to the bathing area, having finally cleaned yourself properly to enter the baths. You held your towel loosely in front of your naked body and slowly walked on the cedar floorboards leading to the rock tubs and spigots spouting scalding water to stand under.

You managed to catch a few words about a strange story that Private Ariko, who had arrived in the meantime, had told Kikuta.

“I’d love to hear this story too.”

The four men turned toward you, and as you came in closer through the steam, you could see looks of bewilderment and confusion progressively plaster themselves on their faces.

“A woman ?” Kikuta choked out as your silhouette became clear to him and the others.

You could see the gears turning in Usami and Nikaidou’s head, as they had been the ones you’d seen the most in the 27th Infantry Regiment.

You stared them down before asking

“Move over, Private Usami, I want to try the burning waterfall.”

The man hastily scooted away, still squinting at you.

“Hey, isn’t that Second Lieutenant…” he started, before getting interrupted by Nikaidou.

“You were a woman ? All along ?”

You sighed.

“Yes, Private Nikaidou. You’ve seen enough blood and guts during the war not to be bothered by a bit of flesh, hmm ?”

Once the shock of the revelation gone, the four men seemed to settle again and no one paid any mind to the fact you were a woman. However, you sensed Ariko and Kikuta were trying not to look in your general direction, not that it bothered you. Usami was the usual creep but he wasn’t ogling you, and Nikaidou didn’t seem to change attitude towards you. There was some good to having a division full of lunatics, you mused.

“Now what about that story ?”

Ariko cleared his throat before continuing his story, sometimes interrupted by Kikuta who seemed to try and bait the other two soldiers. You just listened, Usami doing a lot of mental gymnastics to try and undermine Ariko’s story. You knew what Kikuta was trying to do, getting in on the gold chase and gather some information about the skins so you tuned out of their chatter. Kikuta’s low voice droned in the background as you closed your eyes and turned around. You kept the towel to your front but that left your backside entirely exposed for anyone to see.

You heard someone choke again, the conversation stuttering slightly before resuming.

Kikuta couldn’t believe what he was seeing. First of all a woman in the army, and furthermore a Second Lieutenant of the 7th Division ? Usami and Nikaidou seemed surprised enough to see you, but were clearly not bothered about the situation. Apart from your name, he had never seen you during the war, but then again neither had he seen Koito Otonoshin.

Yet he… he was getting hard looking at your toned body, a few scars here and there but your shapes were unmistakeable. How the army managed to overlook that you were a woman was absurd. One look at your thighs and all he wanted to do was bury his head inbetween them and devour you until you begged him to stop.

He tried to breathe deep and calm down, he couldn’t get hard in front of his subordinates, but damn was it difficult. It wasn’t helping that he kept thinking about a lone woman surrounded by all the men in Tsurumi’s division, them taking advantage of you like the beasts they were, before being reminded you were a soldier too. Second Lieutenant even, so you must’ve had the skills to back it up. Clearly, you were unfazed by the naked bodies around you, and you didn’t bat an eye at Usami’s antics.

The warrant officer sat in the large bath to hide his erection as the conversation about Ariko’s story continued, and you seemingly paid no more attention to them.

Once you had enough of standing beneath the waterfall, you went into the bath to completely relax, your towel drenched and sticking to your body until you discarded it to sit in the volcanic waters. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the sound of water as well as the ambiant chatter of the other division members. Kikuta had gone out before you and you could hear he was up to his antics with Nikaidou, the latter’s shrill laughter piercing the steam.

The rest of your bathing session went without a hitch, and you went back to your work feeling rejuvenated from the hot water, and from messing a bit with your fellow division members. The other good thing about working under First Lieutenant Tsurumi was that he didn’t care if you were a woman, just if you could do what was necessary to get the Ainu gold. He wasn’t even phased when he discovered it, though you suspected he had known for a while.

That evening, when you came back to your room, Kikuta was waiting for you. As you walked down the hallway, you saw the clear imprint of his dick straining against his pants. Of course, he was the only one to have enough of a head on his shoulders to get hard by seeing you naked. Usami and Nikaidou were out of the equation, and Ariko… you didn’t know him enough. Not that it mattered, Kikuta was the one in front of you right now.

No words were needed as you pushed your door open, looking back towards him to beckon him into the darkness, only lit by the hallway lights. He didn’t miss a beat, he had barely stepped into your room that he grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours, roughly and greedily. He shut the door closed with his foot as he backed you against the wall, body crowding you and radiating heat as your mouths danced together.

You raised your hands and brought them behind his neck, fingers carding through his shorter hair as he continued to ravage your mouth, hot kisses and nibbles making your lips swollen. You were getting out of breath as you melted into his touch, his calloused hands sliding towards your neck, shoulders, waist, pressing into your soft flesh and leaving fire under your skin.

Kikuta pulled away from you and growled “You have no idea how hard you made today for me.”

You chuckled and pressed your hips to his “I think I know.”

You could feel his member throbbing in his pants, so hard it must’ve been painful. And from what you had glimpsed in the hot springs, he was well endowed.

“Tease.” Kikuta grumbled before his fingers started to undo the buttons to your military shirt. You shrugged off the garment to reveal your chest was bound with fabric. His large hands grazed over your covered breasts before murmuring

“So that’s how you did it…”

You untucked the end of the fabric strip and placed it in his hand for him to continue to undress you, and he did. He slowly unwound it from around your torso and at last, you were freed from its constraints, the large fabric ribbon pooling around your feet as the cold air hit your already hard buds. You heard Kikuta inhale deeply before you felt his hands on your chest, easily covering your small mounds and thumbing your nipples. Your back arched into the wall as his ministrations sent jolts of electricity right to your core. Right at that moment, he slid his knee between your thighs and you gasped, the delicious friction eliciting more heat to pool inside your belly. As he caressed your chest, you felt his breath on your neck and then his hot mouth right under your jaw. He sucked and lightly bit the sensitive skin there, causing you to exhale a bit louder than before.

As much as it felt good to have his hands on you, you also wanted to feel him up after the preview you had at the hot springs. You went to remove his jacket and undo the buttons of his shirt, after which he removed it. The way the fabric slid off his large arms and square chest, revealing the scar you had already seen in the morning was tantalizing. Kikuta stood there after removing his shirt, waiting for you, no, inviting you to touch him. Your hands flitted to his toned chest, tracing the muscles, feeling the warm skin under your touch. You slowly drew the scar and placed a few hickeys along his jaw and neck before he couldn’t keep his hands off you again. He grabbed your waist and pressed you into him, his need more apparent by the minute. His hips rutted into yours as he slowly licked up from your breast to your neck, breath fanning over your ear.

“Shouldn’t be doing this…” he murmured more to himself. Getting physically involved with a superior during the gold chase was awkward at best and dangerous at most. But like a moth to a flame, he was drawn to you since the moment he saw you. It had been so long since he felt soft, willing flesh under him.

You unbuttoned your pants and in tandem, Kikuta slid his fingers under the waistband and pulled them down, revealing your lower half and underwear. You kicked the garment away along with your boots and the older man suddenly grabbed you and hoisted you to your bed, dropping you on it as he towered over you. The pale light of the moon bounced off his chiseled body and it was breathtaking. The cold light accentuated his firm chest and defined abs, as well as his thick neck and square jaw. The reddish scar popped from his skin and drew your eyes down his body as his hands trailed to his belt, unbuckling it as you stared.

Kikuta had no qualms showing off to you, and you couldn’t form into words attractive he was right now. You wanted to touch him, glue yourself to him and feel him more, melt into human contact. Or maybe you wanted him to come over you and bend you to his will instead. Despite all honorifics flying out the window the moment you saw him waiting for you in the hallway, a strange dynamic came from you being his superior but him being quite a few years older than you.

A pang of painful lust echoed from your belly as he freed his bulge from his pants, his loincloth barely restraining his girth. His underwear was discarded quickly after and what a girth it was. He wasn’t hard in the springs and he had already seemed long and thick, but now it was reaching over his abs, swollen and particularly large in the middle of the shaft. You swallowed hard, thinking about how deep he was going to mess you up and it only made you wetter.

He dug his hands into your hips to bring you to the edge and pressed his hands inside your thighs, opening you up to him. You were about to protest when he kneeled beside the bed, dark eyes boring into you with intensity before you felt him lick a stripe up your pussy. He didn’t go slow or gentle, it was broad and strong, willing to taste you all at once before his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Your hands immediately tangled in his hair as your back arched from the bed, overwhelmed by the sensations he was dragging out from you.

His arms curled around your thighs and kept you open as he ate you out, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your thighs hard enough to leave marks. You panted out as he continued to lick and suck at you, small moans leaving your mouth with every exhale and heat building up in your belly. Too much, too fast, you felt the coil in your core tighten and you were so close when there was suddenly no more stimulation at all. You clenched over emptiness as the high you were chasing receded. Frustrated, you propped yourself up on one elbow to look at Kikuta, but any complaints you had died in your throat when you saw his face.

His eyes were darker than you remembered them, swirling with lust and staring up at you as he licked his lips, his nose and chin glinting with your wetness. His hair was in disarray and there was the slightest blush on his high cheekbones.

“Let me take care of you.” He smiled before approaching your core again, hot breath making goosebumps erupt on your skin.

You fell back, wiping the nascent sweat on your forehead with the back of your hand, feeling both wound up and boneless after he denied you your climax.

“I swear Kikuta…” you breathed out.

His deep voice vibrated against your sensitive core, reviving the fire in your loins with a passion.

“Mokutarou.”

“Huh ?” you rose again.

“If you want to cry out my name, it’s Mokutarou.” He said as he delved between your folds again, dragging a moan out of you.

Your whole body shook as the tension built up within you, tighter, hotter than the time before. Your thighs strained against Kikuta’s arms as you got closer to release once again.

“Mokutarou…” you whined to warn him but it was useless as he removed his mouth from you once more, peppering kisses around where you needed him most. His scruff tickled your skin as he watched you come down from your high, desire simmering in your bones as you no longer had the strength to complain about his teasing.

He rose to his feet, looming over you as he kissed his way up to your neck, his large body casting a shadow over your sweat slick skin.

Eyes half open, you felt him kiss you and tasted yourself in his mouth. In between languid kisses, you could feel his cock pressing against your abdomen, hot and leaking. He must’ve been as wound up as you, without any stimulation and yet he was still playing with you.

“What’s your game, Mokutarou ?” you mumbled as his lips danced over yours and you felt him smile.

“One more.” he answered against your mouth. He kissed up your jaw and beneath your ear, lightly biting the skin there and littering your neck with marks.

“Just one more and you’ll be ready. You can do that for me ?” he rumbled out.

He was going to be the death of you, pulling your soul out of your body one denial at a time… But his words held a promise that sounded too good to turn down. You were too far gone to back out now so you just nodded.

“Please.”

Kikuta nestled himself between your legs again, the anticipation already building up to your orgasm without him even touching you. His large fingers spread your puffy lips apart as he exposed your hole and pressed his tongue to it. The previous times, he hadn’t touched you as directly and deeply but here he was focusing entirely on it, pushing his tongue past your entrance. The stimulation was almost too much as he pulled out and entered you again, nose bumping against your clit as he kept you open for him to taste.

“Fff- hahhh…” you moaned as he tongued you, toes flexing and your breath catching in your throat. You were burning all over, sweat breaking out in places you didn’t think it was possible and your only anchor were your hands fisting the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white.

When he retreated, you groaned in frustration. You had to hold out for him, but damn if it wasn’t the sweetest torture you’d ever felt. You laid there, exhausted and yet tenser than you’d ever been, as if strings were linking every part of you to your belly, and when they’d snap you’d be nothing more than a doll, a puppet to pleasure.

Kikuta pushed you back on the bed and joined you, keeping your legs open as he fit his hips there, pressing his engorged cock to you and eliciting a jolt from you.

“You did good.” He murmured in your ear as he lined up with you.

“You did so good.” He hummed as he slowly pressed the head of his cock inside of you, and suddenly stars erupted in front of your eyes.

Despite all the preparation, despite your wetness, he was still thick. You could feel your walls strain and give in to his girth, a slight pain to accompany the pleasure of being filled and it was so good. Your hands found themselves on his broad shoulders as he inched more and more of him inside of you. You thought you were full but he continued pushing inside you until his hips were flush with yours and the pressure was unbearable. You were speared open by his cock and when he pressed the palm of his hand on your belly and you felt the bulge he made there, it was too much.

White hot pleasure wrecked through you from the point you were both joined, hands digging into him as you arched your back and clenched all around him, the orgasm more intense than any you’d ever had before. Tears pricked at your eyes as you gasped for air, completely blown away by the intensity of your climax. You hadn’t sensed it coming, the damn breaking instantly as pleasure coursed through your limbs, eyes open on blinding white and brain screaming in silent ecstasy.

You were barely recovering, limbs trembling and vision still spotty when he started moving. Dragging out against your sensitive walls and pushing back in again, burying himself deep into you, slowly. You whined for him to wait but he kissed you instead, muffling your pleas as he stoked the fire deep inside you to life again, one stroke at a time. You were a mess beneath him as he continued to push himself in and out, so deep you could almost feel him in your throat and yet you missed him the moment he pulled away. He was throbbing and burning inside of you, yet it seemed he had all the control and you had none. The tantalizing, addictive rhythm he set drove you crazy and you wanted, needed more. You felt your walls hug him closer, the coil in your gut wound tight again and you bucked your hips to accompany his movements to try and get more friction, more stimulation.

“Ready for more ?” he breathed out as he plunged into you and you frantically nodded, almost begging him to.

He pulled out and snapped his hips to yours, setting a faster, harder rhythm than before. Your hands raked down his arms, blunt nails leaving faint red marks on his skin as you grasped his forearms for support as he pounded into you. You could feel him in your belly every time, carving his place out and rearranging your insides to fit him. Every stroke sent a shiver of pleasure through you like the flow and ebb of the sea, inexorable, unavoidable. When you looked down, you could see the slight bulge he made in your abdomen as he filled you up. He was pushing you to your limits and it was the best thing you’d ever felt.

Kikuta caught you staring and lowered his gaze to where you were joined, his length glistening as he pulled out, and your juices dripping down his balls and thighs as he pushed back in. He nuzzled your neck, still drilling into you, and you heard him murmur.

“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart.”

That did it for you. You felt his hips falter as pleasure surged through you, mouth opening in a silent cry as wave after wave racked your body. He continued to thrust into you, chasing his high as you were contracting all around him, milking him dry. He stilled as he came, cock throbbing and pulsating inside of you as he painted your walls white. You felt him bite softly your shoulder, teeth only slightly digging into your flesh as if he was trying very, very hard not to hurt you. A fragile, strangled moan escaped from his throat as his own climax came crashing down on him. Every little twitch of his cock as he released inside sent pleasure aftershocks through your body as you panted in unison, basking in the afterglow of your respective orgasms. Pleasure was permeating your body and it took a moment for it to subside, any movement setting your nerves aflame and sending another jolt of electricity up your spine.

Kikuta’s muscles strained as he slowly pulled himself out of you with an obscene shlick. He rolled to his side and pulled you in, spooning you. You were sticky and sweaty and so was he with his chest pressed to your back, but you’d given up your place for nothing in the world. His hands gently rubbed your tired body, your waist, hips and belly as he whispered soft praises nuzzled into your neck.

You’d never thought a soldier could be so tender and yet here you were, two beings broken by the war trying to piece back their hearts and soul by joining and melting together.

His cuddling continued for a while longer as he pressed soft kisses along the nape of your neck, your body pressed against his as his strong arms circled your waist and for once, made you feel safe. No more chills, hair standing on end as you waited for an unknown assailant to come at your during the night. No bone-chilling cold, body halfway covered in mud while your fellow soldier died out next to you. Only a dull, pleasing ache in your core and a steady breath and steady heart at your back, human heat lulling you to sleep.

You could both wear your scars again once the sun rose, as for now it was nighttime.

author’s note

Thank you for reading this ! I hope you enjoyed it ! I want to write more but alas, i am ace and get inspiration once in a blue moon.

[pumcafe]

Masterlist

Attack on Titan

Diamond no Ace

Death Note

God of Highschool

Golden Kamuy

Hunter x Hunter

Jujutsu Kaisen

Mr. Villain's Day Off

Noragami

The Marginal Service

Misc characters

[vewyscawywriting]

Mania

Fandom: Golden Kamuy

Pairing: Ogata x F!Reader

Wordcount: 2933 words

Tags: violence, murder, manic ogata, corruption

Summary: Before you knew it you'd helped Ogata escape from the hospital, and now you can't go back. He's manic, he's high off painkillers and adrenaline, and at this point you're too far gone yourself to question your own actions.

Never in your life had you thought you'd side with him of all people, but when you stood outside of the small hospital, the reigns of a horse in your hands, and you saw Ogata Hyakunosuke emerge; alive and on the run... your mouth had already opened to yell his name before your brain caught up to what exactly it was you were doing. 

It was betrayal. You knew seeing it in their eyes would break you, so you kept your eyes trained on Ogata as he noticed you and ran your way. The grin on his face manic as his hospital gown trailed behind him, thick bandage still covering his right eye. 

He was on the horse in no time, and for a second everything seemed to stand still when the two of you were finally noticed by Asirpa, who yelled out for Sugimoto. The reigns were stolen from your trembling fingers, and you just stood there for what felt like an eternity before you realized he had reached out his hand for you, an urgency in his mannerisms that finally snapped you from your thoughts. 

"Come," he just said, "or do you want to get killed by them?"

It was this that made you decide to take his hand, hesitating no longer as you were pulled onto the horse in front of him. He instantly pushed his heels into the horse's flank, urging the creature forward, galloping away over a bridge as he held the reigns tightly on both sides of you. It was uncomfortable, riding a horse without a saddle, especially when you were riding one horse with two adults, and when you heard shots flying by you grabbed the mane tighter than before, shrinking in front of Ogata who just laughed. 

His arms were gone from your sides and you realized he held them outwards, head thrown back in manic laughter as he welcomed the freedom and mocked Sugimoto's poor shooting skills all at once.

You weren't sure they realized you were gone as well. They would soon enough when they found the backpack with skins you'd left behind, your silent apology for your treacherous actions. 

-

You rode for it seemed like hours, no thoughts in your mind yet of your betrayal, only adrenaline and the warmth at your back fuelling you, ignoring your aches and cramps as you travelled through the night. The sniper leaned heavily on you, ragged breath hitting your ears and making your hair tickle your face with each exhale, until the weight was suddenly gone. The horse whinnied, foam splattering from its lips as it reared up, almost throwing you from its back as well, and you quickly brought it to a halt with all your remaining strength. It seemed Ogata had fallen off, and was now lying in a crumpled heap some feet away from you. To be honest you were surprised he'd made it this far, considering his wounds and what he wore. Perhaps you should've protested earlier, noticed his worsening fatigue, but you were too full of your own panic, too scared you were followed by one of the group's soldiers out for your blood. As you quickly dismounted the horse you saw how pale he was, sweat on his forehead as quick rasped breaths escaped him. His arms and legs were an angry red from the cold outside air. He needed to get warm now, or else his worsening condition or the hypothermia would kill him before Sugimoto could. You tried to hoist him onto the horse, but his uncooperative body was too heavy for you to lift, and the exhausted horse whinnied and reared up every time you tried to mount it. 

You removed your coat, your scarf and your socks as you put them on Ogata, hoping to at least save his limbs from frostbite, before looking around desperately. There were trees all around, a weak sun just coming up over the horizon, granting you or him no warmth. 

Slowly you pulled him with you, his arm over your shoulder as a groan escaped his chapped lips. "Come on, Ogata," you said back, teeth gritted as you dragged the heavy man with you to what you hoped was shelter: a wooden wall of perhaps a shed at the edge of a settlement. The lighter it got, the clearer you saw it was in fact a little shed, your horse stubbornly staying behind to nibble on some grass that peeked through the snow. "You're not gonna die here, are you? Not after escaping death from poison arrow and Sugimoto's gun?" That would be anticlimactic. You heard him huff a breathless laugh in response, some strength returning to his limbs as you spoke to him, making you look over your shoulder to see a half lidded, black eye staring back at you.

"There's a shed a couple of meters away, let's take shelter there, and find you some clothes."

He didn't reply, stumbling with you until you reached the door to your shelter. As you opened the door you sighed in relief, finding the shed to be significantly warmer than outside, a horse inside whinnying as you dragged Ogata to a clean patch of hay. A curse escaped you as you tumbled down with him, landing on top of him as he let out a breath of pain. Quickly you struggled up, but he held you to his chest. 

"You're warm," he said, voice low and rough as his arms circled you. "Stay here for a bit."

You wanted to complain, stuttering something about finding him clothes and getting the horse you'd escaped on inside so that it was out of sight, but his icy arms didn't budge. You gave up, but were unable to relax in his hold, heart thumping in your chest. Sadly you couldn't will your heart to calm down, and you knew he could feel it through your clothes. You hoped he thought it was from anxiety to be found, or maybe because you were still a little out of breath from your escape. 

Oh, who were you kidding? You just gave up everything to help him escape, and both of you knew he did not deserve your help in the first place.

He was a piece of shit, and as you lay there listening to his relaxed breathing you wondered why exactly it was you helped him. You didn't want to think it over too much, fearing your conclusion, deciding instead he was warmed up enough. Arms straining once again to get off him, and this time he let you. He frowned, his visible eye not showing the fatigue you expected, but more so elation at his escape. It seemed he was still high from painkillers and adrenaline, and you stood up, ignoring his stare. 

"I'm going to get our horse inside, and find you some clothes. Stay here. I'll be back as soon as possible."

He was silent, his stare still piercing you, and when his mouth opened to ask the simple question "Why?" you turned around, ignoring him as you walked to the exit.  

"It might get a little crowded in this shed with 2 horses, but I'm sure you'll be fine for a little-" a sound outside made you stop dead in your tracks. 

-

"What are you doing here?" a male voice said, and panic flooded you. There was someone else here, and Ogata was in no condition to fight, no matter how sharp his eye was on the door. Plus, neither of you had a weapon on you. "Let's get you inside first, girl," the man said, and you heard the soft whinny of the mare that had brought you this far. He hadn't noticed you yet, but he would, as soon as he stepped into the shed. Quickly your eyes darted around the small stable, looking for something you could use as a weapon. It didn't matter who it was; you couldn't risk it being someone that would rat you out to the soldiers possibly still looking for you. Maybe they'd think you were a horse thief, and take justice into his own hands. "You're all sweaty, and standing outside in this cold... I wonder where your owner is?"

Your eyes landed on a wooden beam, almost your entire length. You wondered what it was used for, but didn't think about it too long, using all your strength to drag it with you to the door that was still slightly ajar. You pulled the beam up to its full length as you stood behind the door opening, focused entirely on the sound of the man that was getting closer. The moment he opened the door you would-

The door opened with a swing, casting you in darkness, and you saw how the shadow only covered Ogata half, lower body now clearly visible from the door. 

"What-?" said the man, before you used gravity to drop the beam on his head, using your body weight to put strength behind the fall. The sound as it hit his head was wet and hollow, and he soundlessly crumpled to the floor like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Both horses reared, whinnying and panicking as you quickly pulled both the man and the horse inside, quickly casting a glance outside to see if there was anyone else out. You saw no one, and you closed the door quickly, turning around to see the damage you'd inflicted. 

Instead you bumped into Ogata instantly, who pulled you away from the door with a feral grin on his face. 

"Is he dead?" you didn't recognise your own voice. You expected panic, fear maybe, but instead it was cold and emotionless, and it seemed so far away. Your heart made a little jump in your chest at the idea that you might have just killed a man in cold blood. Could you even call this self defence?

"Not yet," Ogata replied, and you realized you were against the wall, him caging you in. His hospital gown left nothing to the imagination and you realized your actions had quite an effect on him. A little voice inside you told you this was so very wrong, but your heart was once again trying to escape your chest at his proximity. And fuck, the look he was giving you was downright unhinged, making you tremble both in fear and arousal.

"The clothes-" you were able to rasp, but your words were cut off by his chapped lips on you. You wondered how long he'd be able to run on adrenaline only, but a tongue against your lips quickly evaporated all thoughts from your brain as you welcomed him inside. Your eyes fluttered shut as he devoured your mouth like a man starved, hands that now almost burned your skin finding their way under your clothes.

"I knew you had it in you," he muttered as you broke apart, pulling you down into the hay with him. You almost stumbled over the man that was still laying there, and for a brief moment you were struck by how awful this all was, how awful you were, but then his lips were on you again and the thought was gone. You'd done bad things way before joining the group and Ogata had the tendency to bring out the worst in you after all.

Instead of him putting on some clothes he wasted no time taking them off of you, the thin hospital gown and your underwear now the only thing separating you, and you gasped as he pulled your body down on him. Grabbing both your legs and placing them on either side of his hips as he mapped your back with his hands, reaching for your neck. 

"What would Sugimoto think if he saw you like this?" he pondered, grin widening just a bit more at your small frown. 

"Why would you bring him into this? I'm sure he'd be disappointed I'm here, fucking you, but I can't really go back now even if I wanted to."

"And do you want to?"

You scoffed, pushing your lower body down on the tell tale tent you were sitting on, and rubbed against him slowly. No answer escaped you yet. Right now you were happy to be here, with him, like this, but tomorrow? You'd probably curse yourself; your impulsiveness, your idiocy... maybe you'd come to regret choosing him over the group, but for now you chose to indulge in this.

"Shut up, and fuck me already."

He didn't even let you say the full sentence before his hips were slotted against yours. Your underwear finally discarded and his hospital gown riding up as you rutted against his erection, weeping slit seeking his throbbing flesh inside of you. It seemed he was as desperate for you as you were for him, or maybe that was just the mental state you both were in, pushed to the brink. Everything seemed too slow, hands desperately grabbing at skin and teeth seemingly itching to bite into flesh. His dick slid inside of you much too easy considering that what you'd been doing earlier could hardly be described as foreplay, and you groaned into his neck as you pushed yourself down on top of him, taking him in all the way. A string of curses left you and he chuckled humourlessly at your profanities, fingers digging harshly into the flesh of your hips as you tried to set the pace. He let you, just for a second, before thrusting up into you harshly, offsetting your pace and almost pushing you off him entirely. 

"You bastard," you muttered, pushing him down again, but your arms shook with pleasure and even the insult didn't come across as biting when your voice sounded so breathless. "You were on the brink of death just hours ago. Just lay- fuck- just lay down and let me do this."

He leaned back a little, showing you a mocking smile and staring at you with that void eye of his. "What?" he said, "Having trouble controlling a dying man?"

He hardly seemed dying if the throbbing of his cock was any indication, and you squeezed down on him, legs tightening around his hips and fingers digging into his chest as he groaned at your retaliation. His face was deliciously flushed, unlike how pale he usually was. Especially compared to earlier this day, and you wondered if the reflection of yourself you saw in his eyes was as unhinged as it seemed or if it was coloured by how delirious he himself looked. It didn't matter as you let yourself rise and fall on him, sounds tumbling freely from you as you took what you needed from him. His obstinate thrusts to throw you off your rhythm finally faltering, as both of you approached your orgasms quickly, much quicker than you thought possible considering the circumstances. Your fingers dug in deeper, nails dragging across his chest as you drew fine lines of blood, which seemed to piss him off and turn him on in equal measure if the groan and his bruising grip was any indication. 

"You thought I'd be gentle?" you grit out between moans, both your slick and his mixing to form a sticky mess between your legs as you wildly rode him. "Do you think you deserve that?"

His low groan stuttered with a chuckle and his head fell back when you dragged your nails over sensitive nipples. "I thought you tried to save me, not make me worse." 

He looked fine to you. More than fine even. Maybe it was the pleasure talking. The hay that you laid on was getting soggy and it stung your knees. It barely registered over the toe curling pleasure of having him inside you, your pussy walls clenching as you got ever closer to your peak. You wanted to say that he was being dramatic, but your gasps of pleasure and exertion were making it hard to speak, so you just rode him harder. Enjoying the way his nipples reddened and tightened under your sweet torture. Rough hands replied by kneading your tits in return, and you toppled over the edge with something that sounded like "Hyakunosuke" on your lips. He followed after with a grunted curse, making no attempts to pull out or even warn you. You didn't mind. Not after all that had happened already. The sudden heat making your orgasm draw out as you shuddered on top of him, arms losing strength as the fatigue suddenly caught up with you. 

You fell down on top of him, and he grunted, dick slipping out as you finally registered the cold air around you. A shiver wracked you, your eyes fluttering closed as a tiredness that seemed almost excessive overcame your senses.

The day had been long, adrenaline and mania finally exhausted. It seemed he had crashed as well, considering he didn't push you off or even said anything biting as you wrapped the both of you in your clothes, cuddling close to him. Your naked bodies together to form a warm cocoon as sleep overtook you. 

Hot cum dripped out of you, slicking your lower bodies further, but you were too tired to care. Ogata had fallen unconscious under you, an almost innocent look on his face as he slept. You would have enjoyed seeing this side of him for longer had you not been so tired yourself. Tomorrow you would check the damage that had been done. Tomorrow you might regret. But not now. Now you fell asleep in the arms of this man, this horrible man that turned you traitor without even trying. Right now both of you were at peace.

[saintlevrant]

What if I did something whorish like draw my newest fixation?

[gunkierengines]

why is it that during a perfectly peaceful session i have to deal with r34... being r34. as a site.

[moeyes]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄!

˙𓆩♪⛧₊˚🎧 ﾟ₊⛧♪ 𓆪˙ moe, she/her, twenty!

currently writing sfw/nsfw content here!

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦 ↓

[crybaby-herbalist]

covid comms

hi Covid is tearing me in half financially. I have a bunch of comm spots open on my kofi https://ko-fi.com/jaxdrawing

[foone]

spambots are so annoying because this post is hurting my brain to imagine what it would be:

#hades and persephone #golden kamuy #girls nude #you netflix #gaster #pink floyd #nanoka #rey #hawks #sufjan stevens #diluc smut #sebastian stan smut

[ivygateway]

9TEEN + HE/THEY/IT + BI + POC

lover of OC x CC ☆ dilf extraordinaire

currently a wip!!!

fanfic acc. ocs. plot masterlist. psd.

INTRO !!

Hai! I'm Reese (or Splat), and this is my rp account. I've been roleplaying for six years, mostly on amino, and have decided to relocate to Tumblr. I do both fandom and OC, though ocs are preferred. My main pairings are m/m and m/other, but I'm open to everything! Discord is where I rp on, as it keeps everything organized in servers. You can reach out to me on here or Discord (my user is @/splatnyah)!!

Roleplay isn't the only form of writing I do! Fanfiction is another form I really enjoy, along with original works. My fanfic acc is @splatfics, I post any sort of fandom writing over on there. My original works will all stay on here!

OCS !!

I have a bunch of different OCs; however, they're still kept on Amino. Currently, I'm working on making them new bios in either a PDF or doc format. They'll eventually be linked on here, along with a masterlist, too :) My characters can work both in their original universes and in some fandoms.

PREFERENCES !!

I don't have many rules, generally I'm a pretty easy-going person. My rp style can change depending on the situation. It'll go from lazy lit (around 200-300 words) to novella (800+). Your OC does not need an extremely detailed wiki or bio, just some basic information and FC will do! Speaking of face claims, I accept any type other than AI or gacha. My OCs use a mix of drawn and realistic. Please don't ask me to use a different one. My preferred genres are romance, slice of life, fantasy and mystery. Smut and NSFW is 100% allowed!! Let me know if you'd like to include it and how much.

WONT DO !!

There are a few things that I will not do. Anything involving incest or minor/adult is out of the question. Do not come and ask me for anything like that. Zoophillia is also not allowed (this also includes mermaids because they make me uncomfortable, sorry). CNC, rape, or sexual assult can't be included.

FANDOMS !!

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure 📌

One Piece 📌

Black Butler

Dungeon Meshi

Stardew Valley 📌

Ace Attorney

Dexter

My Hero Academia

Golden Kamuy

What We Do in the Shadows 📌

Succession 📌

Hannibal

Metalocalypse 📌

Disco Elysium

The Venture Bros.

Scott Pilgrim

The Producers

Detroit: Become Human 📌

Interview with the Vampire