#ogata smut

[dollwrites]

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

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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.”

[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. 

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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. 

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"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.

[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.)

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

[inzaynety]

➢ summary: there weren’t many people on the defense force that chose to use blades instead of guns. maybe that’s how you got so close in the first place. (little snippets of life as a defense force commander fighting kaiju and dating hoshina)

➢ content: hoshina x fem!reader, sfw & nsfw/suggestive

➢ notes: inspired by @narumi-gens agents of chaos series love that; i have a lot of hoshina and commander reader ideas in my notes app and thot why not put them all here 🫡

last updated: 7/7/2024

chapters (can be read as stand-alones or in the order below):

he’s a biter! (beginning)

investigation: start!

When visiting the Third Division, there’s never a shortage of questions and confusion about you. A few take it upon themselves to get to the bottom of it. (fluff, suggestive)

a little, jealousy

Too much staring and too many comments tick him off. He makes sure he’s the only one you look at. (smut)

part of the job

After using No. 10, Hoshina realizes one of the reasons behind his drive to fight. After listening, you realize the limits to your everything. (slight angst, hurt/comfort)

i’m the only 10 i see

Kaiju no. 10 doesn’t know what love is. (crack, fluff)

short lived

Even professionals aren’t immune. Even they fail to notice. (angst)

the woes of a father

Ogata Jugo never thought he’d be this kind of dad, giving life advice and trying to help meddle in someone’s love life. The thing is, he didn’t even have kids. (fluff, slight angst, pre-relationship)

warning: asshole!

Gen tried telling you to avoid this man at all costs–you didn’t listen. (crack, fluff, pre-relationship)

blades before grenades

Kaiju suck but using guns to kill them is suckier. (fluff, pre-relationship)

long memories

Back at your building behind closed doors, you miss each other more than you thought. (angst, hurt/comfort)

Have any questions about the relationship, other characters' reactions, etc.? Feel free to drop them in the inbox!

©inzaynety 2024

[youkaigakkou-tl]

Yohaji Final Exam! (Trivia quiz)

Take it here -> https://youkaigakkou.smartbuzz.jp/app/Quiz/16

You'll get one of 3 possible phone wallpapers if you get all questions correct!

Question translations below ⬇️

Q1: What does the NEET Beniko do at home?

Game

Study

Cook

Work out

Q2: How tall is Oota-kun in his giant form?

100m

110m

120m

130m

Q3: The Ogata twins were reading a youkai smut manga when their phones were confiscated. What was the smut manga's title?

Yuki-onna in the afternoon

Melancholy of the Kuchisake-onna

The Nure-onna's wet spot

Youkai diaries

Q4: During a lesson outside school, they ran into an old woman. What was her job?

Medium

Yoga instructor

Fortune teller

Hostess

Q5: When the group went to Haruaki's house, where was the train that they took going back headed for?

Hakata

Nagoya

Hiroshima

Okayama

Q6: When Hijita won first place at the scavenger hunt during sports day, what did he call himself?

The rice paddy wizard

Mud field-sensei

The mud devil

The galewind mud ball

Q7: When Haruaki was the anchor for the obstacle relay race, how many boxes was his first obstacle?

100

500

1,000

10,000

Q8: Tamao and Kuniko were late one day, they said their reason was "saving a XXX who was being shaken down". What was XXX?

Dog

Cat

Sparrow

Turtle

Q9: In the Karasutengu troupe, Ranmaru is the captain, Bonmaru is the lieutenant, what is Tenmaru's position?

Scribe

Public relations

Accountant

Advisor

Q10: During the Spookology exam at the old schoolhouse, the class divided into 4 groups. Which hand sign did Fuji Touya make when the groups were decided?

Rock

Scissors

Paper

Heart

Q11: Mame's family in Shikoku is part of the Shikoku Tanuki Alliance XXXX group? What is XXXX?

Ponpokopon

Pokoponpon

Ponponpoko

Ponpokopoko

Q12: Takahashi Akira likes cars. What color is his current favorite open-top?

Black

White

Red

Blue

Q13: Factorize this equation: x² + 5x + 6

(x+2)(x+3)

(x+1)(x+4)

(x+5)(x+6)

(x+2)(x+4)

Q14: How many hydrogen molecules are in 2.0mol of H2O?

2.4 x 10²⁴

2.4 x 10²⁵

2.4 x 10²⁶

2.4 x 10²⁷

Q15: Arrange these events in chronological order:

Kiyomizu-dera built

Envoy missions to Tang China abolished

"The Pillow Book" completed

"Genji Monogatari" completed

Envoy missions to Tang China abolished -> "The Pillow Book" completed -> "Genji Monogatari" completed -> Kiyomizu-dera built

Envoy missions to Tang China abolished -> Kiyomizu-dera built -> "The Pillow Book" completed -> "Genji Monogatari" completed

Kiyomizu-dera built -> "The Pillow Book" completed -> "Genji Monogatari" completed -> Envoy missions to Tang China abolished

Kiyomizu-dera built -> Envoy missions to Tang China abolished -> "The Pillow Book" completed -> "Genji Monogatari" completed

Answers:

1 4 3 1 1 4 3 2 1 4 1 2 1 1 4

The Haruakis when you get a wrong answer/didn't get all questions correct are really cute...

Also here's all 3 wallpapers so you don't have to redo the quiz 20 times getting the same 2 every time and end up having to get the 3rd one from someone else

[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

minors, ageless, and blank blogs do not like, reblog, or comment

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.

[einshi]

name. geese.

pronouns. she/her or they/them

preferred comms. tumblr ims work, discord for deeper plot and twitter.

name of muse. satoru michael liu xiao satoru kogami suguru kaiser gojo the second

experience in RP. so there was this vampire knight community where i wrote zero for about a year or two and then moved to death note where i played mikami for another couple years, it was mostly forum-based rps and when i found out about tumblr wrote midorima shintaro for years and then rohan kishibe, leone abbacchio, risotto nero, chrollo, yomo, xanxus, byakuran, ogata all at the same time and then took like 3 years of break and came back with geto but also met kaiser and was like why not so now im hopping from geto to this multi to kaiser and whatever i feel like writing. my maths arent adding though but just know ive been rpying since i was 12 and unsupervised.

best experiences. writing golden kamuy with my friend spice who's no longer on tumblr! i feel like my writing improved a lot while exploring ogata's character — in fact i think he's my favorite muse that i've written ever, for anyone who doesn't know about GK please read it ! it's such a great manga and ogata one of the best written characters ever and jsyk he was ranked 7th for the 4th consecutive year in the yumejoshi top. another great experience was getting back to rp this year! i got to meet a lot of new people and made new friends who are also obsessed with geto.

pet peeves / dealbreakers. duplicate jealousy or whatever it's called. i don't really do exclusives because i think everyone writes their own muse differently so it's a big deal breaker for me that someone is unfriendly towards or does't welcome writers of the same muse. uh... aside from that, i don't really know what else. i'm pretty laid back and shrug off a lot of things.

muse preference (angst, fluff + smut). a bit of everything actually! a lot of angst gets too heavy for me eventually, comedy gets tiring, smut also gets old, so you could say i prefer varying there's really no preference. though i do favor character study! love analyzing a character's psyche and their responses, love putting my pookies into situations.

plots or memes. memes are usually better for me but that's because i'm really slow on discord since i'm always working, drawing or at the gym fighting for my life, so plotting privately might get frustrating with me :melt: unless you're really patient or just as busy as me lmao

are you like your muse. gojo just like me fr because we're both obsessed with geto but he should move aside bc he doesnt know what to do with all that but i do I DOOOOOOOO

tagged by / stolen from arthur @trelonkan :^) tagging @12reset @hourdive @psielapki @tearenola @cursedfell @inverteds @antishaman @hellkings *grabs you*

[liparidae]

Yoke and Crown: Chapter 1

Read on ao3

Tags: Explicit, Ogata Hyakunosuke/Reader, Nonbinary Reader, Canon-Typical Violence, Manipulation, Codependency, Eventual Smut, Will add more tags as things move forward, Spoilers

Ogata Hyakunosuke is wounded and alone. With nearly every bridge to speak of burned, he scrambles for any advantage he can get– which includes having someone, anyone, firmly on his side by any means necessary. Ogata just so happens to find you: also alone, and itching for something new. – An episodic collection of the reader’s journey with Ogata.

[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.”

[vewyscawywriting]

🔥 is smut 🌶️ is not smut, but spicy * is work on my old tumblr account

Compilation of random manga/anime oneshots that didn't warrant their own masterlist. If there's more than 2 fics made/in the works for the respective media I'll create seperate masterlists for them.

Golden Kamuy

Ogata x Reader - Mania 🔥

2,933 words - violence, murder, manic ogata, corruption

[writerobscura]

Fic Writer Tag

I was tagged by Anonymous - thanks, hoss.

How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 32 works on AO3, with an original work that is ongoing.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

There's nowhere that tells me, but a rough estimate? Over 260k

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

At AO3? 5

Golden Kamuy (18) ALL OUT!! (6) Gungrave (4) Legend of the Galactic Heroes (2) Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (1)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Stolen Soul is my fandom opus featuring the rare pair of OTANI/TANIO (Ogata/Tanigaki/Ogata), and it's got 89 Kudos.

In second place is Shōganai, another Golden Kamuy fic with 76 Kudos. It is part of a tetralogy of Hyakunosuke Ogata/Genjirou Tanigaki stories that begin pre-canon and end just before the raid on Abashiri.

The three remaining stories in that tetralogy round out my top five: Don't Look at Me, Haitsu Taiken, and Bunkatsu-sen—all with 76-73 ish Kudos each.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I always thank readers for commenting, and if I know them from other outlets, I will converse a bit.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Most of my fan fiction has angsty endings. One that stands out is Beta Clones (a Star Trek DS9 fic).

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

No.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Oh, absolutely - but never in the comments.

GK fandom provided mostly anons and neck-talkers and sub-tweeters that slagged me as a person and sometimes insulted my fiction.

Say what you want about my work and its themes bothering you, I don't care - but making up shit about me was a whole other kind of strange I wasn't ready for...

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Oh, I write me some smut - and it's typically gay.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I've had two of my published works, and an unpublished script plagiarized. Never checked my fanfic.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've had five of my published works translated and a few of my Gungrave fics translated.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Fanfiction - no. Fan comics - yes, I consider the artists my co-writers.

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh wow - it's a tie between KUGASHIRA/LEE (Gungrave) and OTANI/TANIO (Ogata/Tanigaki/Ogata)

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I'd love to finish Nach vorn Kommen (a LOGH fic), but I don't think it's in the stars.

What are your writing strengths?

I want to say dialogue.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Narrative pacing. I'm used to writing for artists or actors - not readers. I'm getting better.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If I don't know the language, I find a native speaker to make sure I write it correctly. For original work, I use Italics and then denote the language being spoken in a dialogue tag.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Fandom? Oh, wow. Gundam Wing? My first fanfic, though, was Facts of Life, and I was about 12.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

I typically write stories or pairings I cannot find elsewhere. That being said, I like all my fics and don't have a diehard favorite - but I'm very fond of Obstacle, an AO!! fic featuring Daigo Takashi and Iwashimizu Sumiaki.

I don't know anyone here enough to tag them - if you see thisand you write fanfic, feel free to take it.

[digitalfcte]

name — Kubo

pronouns — he/him

preferred comms — I can do IMs here, but if I start vibing with you I'll probably ask for your Discord

name of muse – Ogata Ayako

experience in RP — Probably more than I should have

best experiences — creating some awesome characters? and of course the friends along the way.

pet peeves / dealbreakers — probably if you spam too much unrelated stuff in your rp blog, especially if it's negative ("sir this is a Wendy's")

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — I try to dabble in the three of them, but also want to get more into action (no not that one, the one in shounen manga kinda of action) when possible.

plot or memes — I'm a much more improvise and be spontaneous when I rip so I pick memes. only because I'm reading "plot" here as people going into DMs and planning for a long time before starting writing. I like going straight to the writing

long or short replies — What comes naturally. I like going wordy when the inspiration to explore whatever is inside the character's head really hits.

best time to write — when the code is compiling :v

are you like your muse — if only I could code as good as Ayako rn

stealing from @wxtchpilot

Tagging: @bxd-kxrma

[emmascarlet157]

Nỗi Tương Tư Đến Cả Chó Cũng Không Ăn

Nỗi Tương Tư Đến Cả Chó Cũng Không Ăn Tác Giả: Kashima Kotaru. Tên Khác: Inu mo Kuwanee Koi Wazurai; 犬も喰わねェ恋煩い. Thể Loại: Comedy, Adult, Action, Drama, Romance, Smut, Yaoi. Ngày Phát Hành: 08/09/2022. Ngày Phát Hành Bản Điện Tử: ~15/09/2022. Nhà Phát Hành: Libre. Đăng Tại: Magazine Be x Boy. Nhân Vật Chính: Ogata Umetarou x Takeuchi Housuke (Học Viên Mặc Đồ Đen Của Câu Lạc Bộ x Thủ Lĩnh Trẻ Của…

[devoti]

wow ogata's like really destroying me tho I think I'd go as far as to write smut for him cos there isn't anybody who is 😭😭

[einshi]

──     you hold onto what you have; you do not give it up easily, even when you know it is poisoning you. // multi-muse as penned by geese . canon-compliant . unaffiliated

──  blog . muses . cr . main

disclaimer & muses under the cut.

active muses:

JJK: * gojo satoru

BLEACH: * ulquiorra schiffer * aizen sousuke

CHAINSAW MAN: * angel devil * makima

RECORD OF RAGNAROK: * beelzebub * hades * poseidon

SAKAMOTO DAYS: * gaku * osaragi

GOLDEN KAMUY: * ogata hyakunosuke

LINK CLICK: * liu xiao (testing)

TOKYO GHOUL: * yomo renji

BUNGO STRAY DOGS: * fyodor dostoyevski * nakahara chuuya

MORIARTY THE PATRIOT: * sherlock holmes * albert james moriarty

PSYCHO PASS: * kogami shinya

OMNISCIENT READER'S VIEWPOINT: * yoo joonghyuk

TGCF: * hua cheng

DGM: * tyki mikk

one. quite selective with whom I decide to follow.

two. common roleplay courtesy is expected: no Godmoding unless plotted otherwise, cutting posts in replies, respect for characterization, and so on.

three. shipping is allowed, though I must ask the muse is +18. that being said, no smut with underage characers will happen.

four. I am caught up with all series for the most part, as well as adjacent works. taking this into consideration, there will likely be spoilers from time to time. I’ll try keep everything properly tagged.

five. random starters, unprompted asks and plotting is highly encouraged!

six. i have no issue with duplicates. the more, the merrier, i think. feel free to follow. unfortunately i don't do exclusives, don't really have mains either. all muses are welcome to plot interaction.

Please be patient with me. my activity will be inconsistent and replies come as I feel them, not in drafting order.

thank you for reading! the name is geese, 25+ she/her they/them