#gk sfw

[ryokaidesu]

★ 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 /𝟐 ★

★ 勇作, 宇佐美, 尾形, 鯉登, 月島 ★

★ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: /// ★

★ 勇作 = 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚, 宇佐美 = 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐞, 尾形 = 𝐎𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐇𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞, 鯉登 = 𝐊𝐨𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐎𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧, 月島 = 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 ★

★ 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. ★

★ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟖𝟓𝟔 ★

勇作

“𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠!?” 勇作, always fond of His mum’s cooking, knew that it does not matter how good the times may be, there can always be a moment of poverty or needs. War verified this and He was glad, glad that He never wasted no rice or drop of water. Young and still having a long way to learn, 勇作 cannot cook much. With each passing day, He is happy to learn more. Able to cook for Himself or two people at most, there will always be secrets He has not seen through. He admires anyone, who can prepare a fine cuisine or tea – because 勇作 favourite cultural thing is tasting tea. Possibly thanks to His grandparents. His early memory of studying contains getting home, spending His moments at His desk and gazing outside to the grayish sky above. It was His mum who came to call Him to a family dinner. And even if His father was away at the time, the manners that day went to the back. The rice, almost melting on His tongue, first sip of sake behind His father’s back! And His mum, smiling.

宇佐美

“𝐎𝐡, 𝐈– 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭! 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫!” 宇佐美 is the one to be more treated to a dish than treat to a dish someone else. Some may do such because They are scared of His nature or want to be sure not to get strangled in sleep, others, because They like His weird attitude. 宇佐美, however, out of this all just like the fact He gets a free dish. Unbeknownst to many, 宇佐美 might or might not handle the skill of a cook. Everyone can survive on Their own, but who knows? Perhaps, 宇佐美 comes and goes to get food the different way. And 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐮, full of sureness, is not afraid to say that many of You would take Him home. His likeness of food goes towards horse meat, which is quite unusual, and Tsukisamu anpan. Care to combine it?

尾形

“𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠...” 尾形, unimpressed, not in particular mood to care nor starving, just comes here and there to say thanks and eat in peace somewhere in the corner. If someone was to mention the food that made His mind go swirl in spirals, He would either kill or snap. The Anglerfish hotpot. The food, tightly tied to 尾形’s life. 尾形’s skills contain cooking to some extent, but one should not really expect Him to treat anyone to a dish. Unless He wants to poison someone or He changes His views and open–mindedness towards people overall. And whatever, whatever – 尾形 likes hunting or getting the ingredients for cooking better than the process. Even when His mother used to cook the same Anglerfish hotpot everyday and everynight, even when 尾形 tried to bring her other animals to use instead, He could never forget. So sick of it, yet loving it much. The only memory of His childhood so vivid, so alive! As if that only moment in His life was the only sane part of Him, that still makes Him human. He might be afraid of tasting it, He might not want to go back.

鯉登

“月島 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞… 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭!” 鯉登 with His overachieving and prince–like nature had hard times understanding the real endeavor of life. One can get fame or status, one can learn to survive with a gun or a weapon of any kind. But to adapt, 鯉登 had to go through hardship of His family. Blame Him not, for what His father set as another generation standart. The expectations of His rear were more unnatural than what His mother could give Him. And so, 鯉登, left to ameliorate Himself to another step, was left to be taught by 月島. His food skills and mental state especially were to change. And who could tell that the boyish 鯉登 would be one of the few people to actually confess He’s ‘useless’ when it comes to food? Not anymore. Not after gathering strength. And with exploring comes the hold of treasure. To 鯉登, Tsukisamu anpan wass another spark to learn more and more. Soon, we might see Him prepare it in a luxurious state one would never imagine. The taste, the chocolate, the shift of 鯉登.

月島

“𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞.” 月島, the man that was there to get through, take care and finish things when it came to life. That came to taking care of food in the time of need as well. And despite 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐮 not having the chance to taste anything, there is still the nod to that excellency of work from His side too. Hands that work like a machine, 月島 could go against nowadays Michelin star holders. With His skills and gourmets, there is nothing He would not eat nor try to taste – even prepare! With this comes the irritation when someone is wasting food or preparing dishes in the wrong order. And so, with the classic white rice, nothing can go wrong. Especially not in the hold of 月島. But, be aware when making Egoneri, You might not see it the other day.

#hanazawa yuusaku #usami tokishige #ogata hyakunosuke #koito otonoshin #tsukishima hajime #golden kamuy #gk #gk sfw #food #cooking #headcanon

[vampi-fixx]

day 10, sugimoto: face-sitting

kinktobruary day 10

saichi sugimoto x reader // golden kamuy

—sugimoto is a connoisseur of all kinds of foods, but his particular craving is something only you can provide him with. 

tw/cw: 18+ only, minors dni, face-sitting, semi-public, n/sfw, inappropriate use of ainu words fhdolufhoug

word count: 1.1K

“So, can I?”

Sugimoto’s staring up at you a smug challenge in his eyes, and you can’t help but swat him on the head. The force of it displaces his hat and he laughs a bit, squeezing your thighs, stroking the exposed skin with his calloused fingers.

Your face flushes and you look away, because how are you supposed to respond to that earnest plea, that eager look in his eyes. Especially out in the open like this, where anyone can see you. The crisp Hokkaido spring breeze has you shivering, and Sugimoto brings you closer to him, attempting to warm you with his rubbing.

Oh, if only he would know how hot you feel already.

You remember the conversation the two of you had the other day as clear as day.

“Gosh, this is so hinna hinna,” you moaned, slurping the noodles to the simple dish he had made. You looked up to see Sugimoto staring at you wide-eyed.

“W-What?”

“N-Nothing. I was just thinking...” He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Those sounds you make when you’re eating... maybe you shouldn’t make them in public.” A slow grin formed on his face.

You stared at him, uncomprehending for a few beats before you realized what he was implying. “Sugimoto!”

He chuckled, waving off your embarrassment. “There there, it’s fine. I’m sure no one will think you’re doing it intentionally.” After you had calmed down a bit, he added:

“Besides, as delicious as this is... I bet you taste even more hinna hinna,” he teased, his eyes dark with promise. He had showed you exactly how much of a... connoisseur he was.

That instance, combined with other occasions, made you realize that Sugimoto might have a thing for pleasuring you. He’s almost always offering to go down on you, which is one thing. But tonight, when he drunkenly confessed to you that he wanted you to sit on his face, that was an entirely different beast.

“I bet it’d be greaaaaaaaaat,” he slurred, slinging an arm around you, before Kiroranke knocked him over with an elbow to his head. You thought he forgot about it, but to your surprise, later that night, when everyone else was asleep and the sake had worn off a bit, he brought it up again.

“You don’t have to agree to it,” he said quickly, noticing your hesitation.

“I just...” He rubbed the back of his head. “Want to make you feel good.”

“But you already do,” you said pointedly, trailing your fingers up his chest.  

“But what if this feels even better?” he challenged.

You hesitated. While Sugimoto had sampled you on his tongue before—many, many times, as many times as the two of you could manage to get alone—it was never as personal as all of you being exposed to him, hovering inches above his head.

He sensed your hesitation, gently pressing his lips against yours, coaxing your mouth to open up to him. When he murmured the plea against your lips, all you could do is nod, the feel of his grin against your mouth sending butterflies through you. 

After some awkward positioning, you find yourself balanced over his face, your legs trapping his head in place. Sugimoto’s hands trail up your leg, hiking up your yukata and you grip the ends of it to grant him better access. He pushes your undergarments to the side, and you lower yourself gently towards his face. Sugimoto takes control of your hips, sliding them forward until his lips are pressing against your hot, dripping heat. Your knees nearly give when he licks a stripe up your clit. You mewl when his tongue starts laving it with wet swipes.

“I was right,” he groans. “You do taste hinna hinna.”

“Sugimoto,” you whine. “Don’t say that now.”

His laugh is muffled against your skin. He makes the most obscene sucking and slurping noises as he eats you out, his moans sending vibrations through you that has your toes curling. You keen against him when you feel his finger slip into you, prodding you at just the right angle that has your vision spinning. You dig your fingers into the ground before you, rocking forward into his mouth.

“S-Sugimoto!” You gasp. 

He hums against you, continuing to slurp, the air filled with the sounds of his sordid actions. Your world is collapsing onto you; the sensation of Sugimoto’s tongue on your clit and fingers buried inside you the catalyst.

You cum hard with a cry of his name. Sugimoto himself groans at the rush of fluid against his tongue and when he pulls away to shoot you a grin, you want to die at the way he licks your release off his lips.

But now that you’ve finished, it’s time for the tables to turn. You pin him down, pressing your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue. He groans as you swipe your tongue against his mouth. Then your hands are working the buckles to his pants, unzipping them and pulling his hot length from his pants. A few measured pumps is all it takes to get him fully hard, and then you’re straddling his lap, rocking your hips against his until he’s slipped inside you.

When you take him to the hilt, the both of you groan. You ride him in quick, short bounces, your slippery aruosal aiding in your movements. Sugimoto’s palms slip into the collar of your yukata to roughly fondle your breasts, and you reward him by slamming onto his dick, rolling your hips against his.

“Fuck,” Sugimoto curses, digging his fingers into your hips. “You’re so tight. You feel so good.”

“A-Ah, you feel so good inside me as well, Sugi—”

He grows impatient with your pace. He grips your ass, and uses the leverage to thrust up into you rapidly. When he accidentally slips out, you guide him back in with a laugh, Sugimoto murmuring a sheepish sorry. The slap of your hips together is all that sounds in the clearing, and pretty soon it speeds up as the two of you approach your ends.

“Sugimoto… I think I’m going to—”

He grunts. “M-Me too.”

He thrusts into you one last time, his whole body tenseing before he spills inside you in hot, sticky ropes. You moan at the feeling of warmth, clenching rhythmically around him as your own release snaps in place. As the two of you come down from your highs, you tense as you heard a leaves rustling; Sugimoto’s instincts kick in as he rolls over to cover you with his body. Thankfully, it's just a rabbit that comes racing through. The both of you laugh in relief.

You press your forehead against his. “Thank you. That was fun.”

He grins. “I’d be glad to try it again some day.”

“By some day,” you say wryly. “Do you mean tomorrow?”

“Can you blame me?” His gaze gleams with fondness. “I think I’ve found my new favorite dish.”

#golden kamuy x reader #sugimoto x reader #saichi sugimoto x reader #gk x reader #n/sfw #tati writes #kinktobruary

[ojamas]

the place where he hides it:

#golden kamuy #kadokura toshiyuki #tanuki #kirawus #kadowus #gk episode 38 #not sfw #tagging jic #my post

[osomanga]

#golden kamuy #gk anime #Kirawus #kadokura toshiyuki #n sfw

[creachureboy]

TF2 VISUAL NOVEL POLL (OPEN !!)

This is my main !

But i may interact from @the******burgerking or @hughs-sunnyside

Masterlist of the stuff I've written (gk & tf2)

(Ps i dont always reply to comments but i guarantee you they always make my day)

Golden Kamuy

SFW stuff

GK modern AU road trip (VERY PROUD OF THIS ONE)

GK charas based on if they bite into popsicles / drink shower water

GK charas search history hcs

Koito/reader platonic modern AU hcs

Saichi/reader modern AU Game Night (incomplete)

SFW Alphabet Sugimoto/reader and Vasily/reader

Domestic Sugimoto/Reader

NSFW stuff (not exclusively, but does contain it)

Shoutouts to Vasily Pavlichenko

Vasily/reader hcs

Team Fortress 2

SFW stuff

How the mercs would take care of a little (age regressed reader)

Scout x reader, helping him study

Gun cleaning with Sniper (age regressed reader)

5 moments with Scout

HeavyMedic taking care of an age regressed reader

Scout x Sniper x a Clingy S/O

A Sleepover with Scout (age regressed reader)

4 Moments with Pyro

HeavyMedic taking care of an age regressed reader PART 2!

Secret Gift Giver (age regressed reader)

Tf2 mercs vs fnaf animatronics (crack hcs)

Mann. Co. Mandatory Journal Project (Ao3 link - ongoing)

Morning Spy & Night Spy (age regressed reader)

Closeted Homies (scout x reader)

Nighttime Scooter Ride (scout x reader)

TF2 mercs playing Lethal Company (hcs)

NSFW stuff

Intimacy with Scout

Scout x Reader drabble

Scout lines

Scout lines (sub ver.)

Cockwarming with Sniper

Another Scout x Reader drabble

Control Me (Sniper x reader)

Next Step (Scout x reader)

#golden kamuy #headcanons #golden kamuy imagines #golden kamuy x reader #team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 x reader

[deputy-buck]

Intro & Masterlist

Buck, M, 21, gay-aro, he/him. Anons are always on, requests always open

Interests:

Fellow Travelers

UFC (FreeStream link)

Generation Kill

The Pacific

Band of Brothers

Justified

Various Discovery Channel shows: Gold Ruch, Parker's Trail, Street Outlaws, No Prep Kings

Frequently Used Tags:

Buck Builds (Full-Assed Creations)

Buck Brawls (Half-Assed Creations + Rambling)

Buck Backtalks (Answering Asks)

Personal (For... Personal things?)

i don't know who's more stupid‚ queue or the hick (Queue Tag)

Ao3: Deputy_Buck

FT

Fetch (Hawk/Tim, Fellow Travelers)

GK

Sold For Temporary Use (Brad/Ray, Gen Kill)

Gracious (Christeson/Stafford, Gen Kill)

Marines on Watch (Christeson/Trombley, Gen Kill)

Sunshine (Pappy/Walt, Gen Kill)

Release Goddamnit (Gabe/Walt, Gen Kill)

Unconventional Methods of Recovery (Brad/Ray, Gen Kill)

BoB

Docile Alpha (Roe/Speirs, BoB)

Justified

Silver Wrapped (Boyd/Raylan, Justified)

MOLLE Pouch of Memories (Boyd/Raylan/Tim, Justified)

Good Coffee and Good Mornings (Tim&Cade OC, Justified)

Buck Builds: Fellow Travelers

Pup!Skip Headcanons

Pup!Skip Moodboard

Pup!Skip/Handler!Hawk SFW Fic

Catholic School Teacher/Student 1948 HawkTim FIc Idea

"You know I can't" Webweave HawkTim

"At last, he's asleep" Webweave HawkTim

Van Gogh Webweave HawkTim

Dreams/Sleep Webweave HawkTim

"You're bulletproof" Edit HawkTim

"Childhood" Webweave Hawk&Lenny

"I will keep it safe" Webweave HawkTim

Last Kiss - Pearl Jam Webweave HawkTim

"His Love, like a brand, is burned into my being" Edit HawkTim

"Treat him like a God and he’ll blind you like religion" Webweave HawkTim

"Drag Queens can read." Screencaps FrankieMarcus

Frankie 1x02 Screencaps + Stormi!

"Give him a mask..." Oscar Wilde Webweave HawkTim

Cannibalism Motif Webweave HawkTim

Devotion Edit HawkTim

Buck Builds: Gen Kill

Pup!Romeo General Overview (Ray Person PuppyPlay)

Sad Brad/Ray HC

Trombley's Authority Kink

Brad/Ray PDA

NSFW "Sunshine" Pappy/Walt Drabble

Various RarePair Snippets/HeadCanons

Gunny Wynn Headcanons

BradTrombley Headcanons/Snippets

BradPoke & PappyRudy First Impressions

Brad & Gunny Headcanon

Buck Builds: BoB

A/B/O Pain!Play BullMartin MoodBoard + Drabble

Shifty/Skinny Hunting Each Other Motif MoodBoard

Buck Builds: The Pacific

Oral Fixation Kink Bill/Jay MoodBoard + Drabble

Pup!Sugar/Handler!Sidney MoodBoard

SId Ships & some Headcanons

Buck Builds: Justified

Tim Gutterson Moodboard, Pup Tango

Boyd Crowder Moodboard, Pup Bravo

Rachel Brooks Moodboard

Raylan Givens Moodboard, two, Pup Romeo

Boyd/Raylan/Tim Playlist (Spotify)

Tim Gutterson Headcanons (sfw), Multilingual Tim Headcanon

Justified Pups headcanon semi-outline

Tim Gutterson x Wrestling-BJJ-Kickboxing-Grappling-UFC Headcanon

“Their Graves” Poem inspired by Tim Gutterson

OTP Ask Game: Boyd/Raylan 1, Boyd/Raylan 2, Boyd/Raylan 3, Raylan/Tim 1, Boyd/Tim 1, Boyd/Raylan/Tim 1

Childhood Ask Game: Tim 1, Tim 2, Cade (oc) 1

Requestable Drabbles: “The Monster Under The Bed” (Boyd /Raylan/Tim)

Cade Gutterson Moodboard

Good Coffee and Good Mornings original post

Buck Brawls: Fellow Travelers

SEPENT THOU ART LOOSE hawk

Hawk's Apartment Floorplan

Tim in lingerie

SubbyTim Yelling

“He was buried wearing your cufflinks.” FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

Tim stammers the “H” in “Hawk” when he comes.

Plant!Dad Tim

Car Sex Dialogue Sample HawkTim

HawkTim Ash Wednesday

Robbed of AgeGap Kink... sad

FT x Brokeback Mountian Bottom!Anger Parallel

Buck Brawls: Gen Kill

Match Maker Ask Game: Five Pairs GK+BoB

Buck Brawls: BoB

Match Maker Ask Game: Five Pairs GK+BoB

#buck builds #buck brawls #intro post #i don't know who's more stupid‚ queue or the hick

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[seedsofagony]

Tomcat (GK)

Series: Golden Kamuy

Characters: Hijikata Toshizou, Nagakura Shinpachi; in alphabetical order: Ienaga Kano, Kadokura Toshiyuki, Kirawus, Okuyama Kantarou, Toni Anji, Ushiyama Tatsuuma

Summary: I don’t want to let the Hiji-cat-a out of the bag: SFW, fluff, alternate timeline, spoiler free

Word Count: 1,945

Notes: Inspired by the ohiru neko (sleepy cat) prize figures and this comic by tyag53, along with my desire for everybody to be together under one roof. ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

Image Credit: Alexander Possingham

Hijikata sat up slowly, blankets puddling in his lap, stretched and yawned. Light filtered in through the windows, cutting golden angles across the tatami mats and walls. He was surprised by the hour. Normally he would never sleep this late - it was a waste of daylight - but his futon was warm and soft, practically begging him to stay just a little while longer. His jaws cracked with another yawn and he rubbed bleary eyes.

No. He slapped his hands to his cheeks and shook his head to clear out the cobwebs. Hair falling over his face, he tucked it behind his ears. The long grey strands fell loose back into his face. Absently, he tucked them back again, but the strands fell into his face. Furrowing his brow, Hijikata swept back his hair a third time only to realize there was nothing to hold it back.

Not a man to panic, he reached up and carefully felt the sides of his head. No ears. That couldn’t be - he could hear the birds outside the window, chittering and singing in a way that suddenly seemed to draw all of his attention. Soft movement on the top of his head amplified the sound. Tentatively, Hijikata smoothed his hands over his hair to discover two triangular ears covered in sleek fur.

His tail bristled - tail?! It stuck out straight behind him, a slender exclamation point with every grey hair on end. Taking a deep breath, Hijikata felt it relax slightly. The fur was still fluffed, but the tail curled around and into his lap for closer inspection. Tentatively, he stroked the raised fur, surprised by the pleasant buzz - not unlike a comb run through your hair.

Frowning thoughtfully, he held the tail - his tail - in his hands. First, he wondered how something like this could happen. Was he dreaming? He pulled a few hairs from the tail and winced. If he wasn’t dreaming, then why had no one else noticed? It was unusual for him to sleep this late, so why hadn’t anyone woken him up? Rousing himself with great difficulty from the warmth of his bed and stretching with markedly feline languor, Hijikata slid open the screen.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

At the sound of the screen sliding open behind him, Nagakura couldn’t help but feel a certain degree of relief. If that old demon wanted to sleep in - if he’d found some woman to spend the night without him knowing - that was his business. But there was always a part of him that worried. Hijkata Toshizou might be a legend, but he wasn’t immune to the ravages of old age. A heart attack or a stroke might take him as easily as any bullet.

He half-turned as Ienaga ladled miso soup into his bowl, knitting his shaggy brows together to disguise his relief. “I trust you slept well?”

The whole lot of them were early risers. It went without saying that Nagakura himself was awake before dawn - he practiced his sword, but the older he got, the less he found he needed to sleep. Ushiyama always got himself up early to train, and Toni was never long after. Ienaga busied herself with cooking breakfast or gathering herbs, and Kantarou had wisely learned to keep to her schedule. Kirawus was up early to hunt or fish - it was only his layabout companion, Kadokura, who couldn’t be bothered to rise in a timely manner. Ogata, well, he came and went and was little more than a stray cat.

Cat. Nagakura didn’t even notice the hot soup spilling over into his lap - didn’t even notice that Ienaga had not stopped pouring, her eyes fixed on Hijikata standing in the open screen. They all stared - chopsticks halfway to open mouths, conversations left dangling in mid-air. It was Ushiyama who finally spoke first.

“Well,” he said, returning to his rice, “I saw that in a brothel once. I just didn’t expect you to go in for that sort of thing, Hijikata.”

Nagakura exploded to his feet, half-foaming with wordless sounds, soup bowl sloshing over in his white-knuckled grip. “Wh-”

Hijikata held up a hand, the triangular ears on top of his head flicking back mildly. “I know this must come as a shock,” he began.

“Shock?!” Nagakura spluttered. “I expect this kind of prank from them,” he jabbed his chopsticks at Kirawus and Kadokura - who echoed a soft and simultaneous, Hey! -”But, Hijikata… you?”

Hijikata pursed his lips in a patient smile and began again. “I know this must come as a shock - to no one more than myself - but this is the way of it until we can find a cure.”

Still clutching the pot, Ienaga crowded around him, squinting at his ears. “They’re real?”

“Apparently,” said Hijikata. “And there’s more.” He coughed softly into his hand, a sinuous grey tail suddenly curling into view.

For a fraction of a second, you could have heard a pin drop - then the room erupted. Nagakura’s eyes rolled back into his head and he hit the floor, soup spraying across the tatami mat. Ienaga wondered if, at some desperate point in time, Hijikata had ever eaten a cat. Kantarou squealed then immediately covered his mouth, eyes wide but sparkling. Kadokura could only stutter and flush bright red while Kirawus banged him on the back, convinced he must be choking.

Only Ushiyama and Toni failed to react. Wiggling a finger in his ear, Toni grimaced. “Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on?”

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Once the excitement died down and Nagakura had been revived, Hijikata tried to conduct business as usual. He went over the day’s plans, talked strategy, and doled out the necessary funds, but all the while, he couldn’t shake the heaviness of fatigue. All he wanted to do was crawl back into bed and take a little cat nap for, say, ten to twelve hours. After that? Something to eat and maybe a bath before going back to sleep. It was utterly unlike him, but he didn’t pay it any mind - it was instinctively feline hedonism.

The feeling only grew as the day progressed. His men came and went, while Hijikata found himself following the rays of the sun as they moved around the room. When the sun sank below the horizon, bathing the room in cool blue shadows, he nestled up to the brazier, nearly close enough to singe the fur on his ears and tail.

Stifling a yawn, neither seemed all that strange to him now. They weren’t entirely convenient - when Kadokura and Kirawus began to bicker like an old married couple, Hijikata’s ears flattened against his head, tail lashing in annoyance. That shut them up faster than his feline glare. It was becoming impossible to maintain his usual cool facade.

By the time dinner rolled around, the house was full again. Ienaga served up bowls of rice (which Hijikata mostly ignored) with grilled fish (which he devoured). Sake, while not quite as palatable as the fish, was still welcome, and deep into their cups, Hijikata’s new appendages became the center of attention again.

Kantarou sprawled out on the floor, face flushed, entranced by Hijikata’s lithe grey tail. “Can I touch it…?” he asked, words thick with drink.

Before Hijikata could answer, Kantarou circled his hand around the tail, gently stroking it from bottom to top, letting it fall from his loose grip. Hijikata sat bolt upright, struck by that pleasant buzz again, and a soft, deep Prrp! rumbled in his chest.

For the second time that day, you could have heard a pin drop. And for the second time, the room absolutely exploded, everyone crawling over the top of each other to pet ears and tail. Nagakura reacted better this time, emboldened by his sake. Swinging a broom like a katana - deadly if domestic - he chased them off or at least in circles. Hijikata slunk out of the room unnoticed. He’d had his share of the commotion and it was long past time for bed.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

In the morning, Hijikata found himself curled up on the blankets, tail wrapped snugly around his body and over his nose. It was dark still, but he could make out each sleeping shape as easily as if it were daylight. His ears swiveled toward the window, catching the chirping of birds - fascinating stuff. Rousing himself, he arched his back into a full-body stretch and padded toward the shades for a peek. Hands caught him up before he could even make it off the blanket.

“Hijikata?”

Nagakura peered at him, holding him under his arms. Hijikata flicked his tail in annoyance.

“Is that really you?”

Apart from his own name, the rest of Nagakura’s soft sounds were lost on Hijikata, totally unintelligible. He was more interested in those birds, and he’d just about enough of being held. But instead of putting him down, Nagakura hugged his small grey body to his chest, tucking his fuzzy head beneath his bristled chin. He tolerated it, and the longer Nagakura held him like this, the more pleasant it became. A deep purr emanated from his chest as Nagakura buried his nose into his fur.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

At breakfast, no one knew what to say. The old grey cat lay curled in Nagakura’s lap, dozing, purring in its sleep as he stroked its fur. Of one thing, however, they were certain. The Hijikata Toshizou they knew was gone, his nightclothes in a wrinkled heap on his futon, his sword untouched. He had been replaced, every whisker, by this feline and showed no signs of recognition. Although, now that he was a cat, it was hard to tell if he really didn’t know them or if he was just doing as cats are wont to do.

Kantarou was the first to speak. “So… now what?” He stared down at the cat, torn between heartbreak and desperately wanting to hold the little animal himself.

Kadokura rubbed his stubbled chin. “Do we continue the mission?”

“Can we?” Ushiyama frowned, arms folded across his chest. “Is there a mission without him?”

“The gold is still out there,” said Toni. “We have a copy of his tattoo. We could try.”

“Carry on his dream?” Ienaga tapped her finger on her lips. “I suppose there’s no reason why he couldn’t turn back someday…”

Kirawus took a drag on his pipe. “It’s worth a try.”

Nagakura cleared his throat, but his voice was rough with emotion. “If you all want to keep going, then have it. As for me… I'm staying with him.”

He looked down at the cat and scratched it behind the ears, tender in a way he could never have been before. The cat purred louder, stretched, toes splayed, then looked up at him, blinking slowly. Nagakura pursed his lips, whiskers bristling, as he held back tears.

“Then it’s decided,” said Ushiyama suddenly. He rubbed furiously at his nose and sniffed hard. “Kantarou, today you’re coming with me. Kadokura, Kirawus, you two are-”

Assignments and funds were given. Breakfast was cleaned up, the dishes washed and put away. The house emptied out save for Nagakura and the cat, who remained where they sat, bathed in warm rays of morning light.

“If you ever get well,” murmured Nagakura, “I hope you remember this day.” The cat did not stir, but sat in a loaf on the old man’s lap. “Alive or dead, Hijikata Toshizou still commands the hearts of men.”

At this, the cat opened one eye - its slitted pupil meeting Nagakura’s gaze - before closing it again. A deep purr rumbled through its chest, and Nagakura could not be sure that the demon vice commander was not still there, somewhere, in the soft body of a small grey cat.

#golden kamuy #hijikata toshizou #hijikata #ienaga kano #ienaga #kadokura toshiyuki #kadokura #kirawus #nagakura shinpachi #nagakura #okuyama kantarou #kantarou #toni anji #ushiyama tatsuuma #ushiyama #golden kamuy scenario #golden kamuy fanfiction #golden kamuy fanfic #golden kamuy fic #alternate timeline #fluff #SFW #spoiler free

[kinderorchestra]

kak dani, i used to write smut fanfics back then trs aku minta pendapat tmn ku buat jdi “beta reader” nya. until one day she said something unpredictable dan aku ngerasa risih, dia bilang kek gini “i use your works to pleasure myself” , sama “you ever wet yourself while writing these?”. dia gk bilang pke bhs inggris btw, aku ubah aja ke bhs inggris soalnya aku malu bgt mau bilang gitu pke bhs indo wkwkmksdkm menurut kak dani, rasa ketidaknyamanan ku patut dibenarkan apa gak? smpe skrg aku masih kepikiran perkataan dia dan blm pernah bikin au/fanfic even if it’s sfw. i just keep it to myself dan cuma brainrotting sm bbrpa tmn yg aku percaya.

honestly, if i were you i’d be honoured as hell. i’d write more for them and empty their balls. to me, it’s a compliment.

tapi setiap orang beda reaksi. meskipun aku seneng dapet komen kayak gitu, bukan berarti orang2 yang gak suka dikomen gitu salah. so yeah, rasa ketidaknyamanan itu bisa dibenarkan. misalnya aku seneng dikomen cuma “bangsat” kan bukan berarti orang lain suka dikomen kayak gitu. beda orang, beda preference, beda mindset. it is justifiable to remove those readers kalau emang kamu gak nyaman.

[autumn-sacura]

Golden Kamuy fanart! Kiroranke and Shiraishi in Russian banya

#golden kamuy #shiraishi yoshitake #kiroranke #gk #very sfw

[ryokaidesu]

★ 𝐎𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐇𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞/尾形 – 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… ★

★ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: /// ★

★ 尾形 = 𝐎𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐇𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 ★

★ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟐𝟎𝟓 ★

★ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 尾形 shows of His smirk, proud, cunning and even daring!

★ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 尾形 gives up to His cat–like nature and reflexes. Who would expect this guy to behave like one? Of, course, of course, everyone.

★ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 尾形 stares into the deep forest, for a first time, it gives chills. Yet as the time goes and this occasionally happens, it reminds others of… memories.

★ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 尾形 stays on guard.

★ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 尾形  resembles human being with the usual problems. Not like a soldier, not like an antisocial nor a murderer. For example, when He is forced to take a bath.

★ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 尾形 shakes His head, but with that unexpected smile of His.

★ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 尾形 makes Himself say 'Citatap', but only so, that Asirpa can hear.

★ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 尾形 shows off to fill up His egoistic needs.

★ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 尾形 escapes His faith again, only for Him to meet it before Himself. Standing still and straight, He calls out. “Go on, bow before 尾形...”

★ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 尾形 finally sets Himself free.

#ogata hyakunosuke #sfw #golden kamuy #gk #gk sfw #little things #尾形

[ojamas]

do you ever struggle explaining what golden kamuy is about to someone?

#golden kamuy #gk episode 38 #ushiyama tatsuuma #gk ushiyama #golden kamuy anime #my post #not sfw #tagging jic

[osomanga]

#Golden Kamuy #gk anime #kadokura toshiyuki #Kind of Sekiya to let him keep the shoes and socks... #n sfw #not s f w 💀

[tsurumi-kun]

Gghh i wanna draw more of them

#tsurumi tokushirou #koito otonoshin #tsurukoi #golden kamuy #golden kamui #gk #I'm tagging this #sfw #just to be safe sgdjdhd

[jojotier]

Golden Kamuy

#golden kamuy #golden kamui #gk #tanigaki genjirou #tsukishima hajime #sfw #im cryigjn

[immortalmagines]

Hi! May I request a headcannon for Kirawus with a female s/o, she is cute and sweet, but he discover that she is very skilled with the katana when she saves his life? Thank u! Happy christmas!

This request made me really pay attention to him and damn he’s super cute. I’m so sad he’s more of side character than part of the main cast.

Kirawus:

He’s definitely the type that feels he must protect his significant other and put food on the table.

When you do save him while showing off your skills with a katana, he’s going to be pretty surprised.

It’s one of those cases where he judged a book by the cover. Except he knew what your personality was like?? He wouldn’t have expected someone so sweet, cute, and fragile looking could wield a katana so well.

It’s not like he hasn’t seen women kick ass or be good with weapons but you’re his significant other and he had thought he knew you better than that????

Overall he’s impressed with your skills and is very curious about when you learned how to fight so well and where you even got your katana in the first place.

Wonders what else you’ve got hidden up your sleeve but he won’t pry. It’s up to you when you wish to open up to him. As long as you’re not hiding anything really bad like you’re cheating on him or you’re already married. You’re entitled to your privacy but nothing life threatening or super extreme please.

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