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seedsofagony · 2 years

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All Work and No Play (GK)

Series: Golden Kamuy

Character: Tsurumi Tokushirou

Summary: Tsurumi shows you that, with a little imagination, housework can be fun: SFW (slightly suggestive), x reader, fluff, modern au, domestic bliss, spoiler free

Word Count: 580

Notes: It took me forever to write this, but here it is - the second in what I really do intend to be a series of domestic bliss drabbles using an actual chore wheel. (Just a reminder that all character and chore pairings are completely random. You can read the first drabble here.) For this one, I tried to imagine the most over-the-top scenario possible, which still somehow manages to feel like canon?

Image Credit: Denny Müller

For the hundredth time, you wonder why you haven’t bought a Roomba. And, for the hundredth time, you remind yourself that you know why - they’re way too expensive and you don’t need one. It would terrorize the cat and you have a perfectly good vacuum cleaner already. But as you haul your parents’ hand-me-down around your apartment, you have to admit that a Roomba would be really nice right about now.

You shove the old sweeper under the coffee table, aiming for some lint, when it suddenly locks up, hellbent on devouring the rug. Cursing, you try to rip the fabric free while the vacuum screams back at you through a mouthful of rug fluff. The motor cuts and, in the now-deafening silence, you’re torn between the domestic horror of having to buy a new appliance and the wicked joy that the damn thing is finally dead. Maybe now you can get that Roomba…

“Housekeeping really isn’t your thing, is it?”

Tsurumi leans on the wall behind you, swinging the unplugged vacuum cord in his hand. You yank the rug out of the vacuum’s rollers, painfully aware of what a mess you are - unkempt and a little sticky from lugging that stupid sweeper around. Meanwhile, Tsurumi looks as polished as ever - a considerable feat given that he volunteered to clean the oven earlier. The only signs of his efforts are a few strands of hair alluringly out of place and an artful swipe of grease on one of his high cheekbones.

“Well, it’s not exactly fun,” you sigh.

“Then we should make it fun,” he says, plugging the vacuum back in.

Before you can even wonder how housework could ever be fun, he sweeps you into his arms. The vacuum drones in the background, while Tsurumi presses his cheek to yours and begins humming a melody in your ear, lips and mustache tickling your skin. You shiver. The tune is vaguely familiar - you might be able to make it out if you weren’t so confused and bothered.

Grabbing the vacuum with one hand and wrapping his arm around your waist, Tsurumi guides you into a dance step. You stumble after, following clumsily. He spins you, then grabs you, face inches from yours, gaze smoky. You realize it then - this is the tango.

Pressing his forehead to yours, Tsurumi takes the lead, vacuum lightly in tow. He dips you, bending you backwards, then whips you back up, working his hips in tune to music only he can hear. He spins you again, flinging you to the ends of his fingertips before yanking you back in, your back against his chest. For a moment, his free hand is all over you, and then he’s leading you again, expertly maneuvering both you and the sweeper across the floor. He pulls you up onto your toes, then steps back swiftly. Off balance, you collapse to your knees, arms wrapped around his legs. He cuts the vacuum - the music stops.

Tsurumi smiles down at you as you both pant with effort. Your face burns, but the absurdity of dancing the tango while vacuuming doesn’t touch him. Embarrassment is beneath him. He pulls you to your feet and lifts your chin with his finger.

“There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Dumbfounded and breathless - the way he always seems to leave you - you shake your head.

“I didn’t think so,” he grins. “Now, tell me what else needs doing, and I’ll show you how fun it can be.”

#golden kamuy #tsurumi tokushirou #tsurumi #golden kamuy x reader #tsurumi x reader #golden kamuy reader insert #golden kamuy au #golden kamuy domestic bliss #golden kamuy scenario #golden kamuy fanfiction #golden kamuy fanfic #golden kamuy fic #golden kamuy drabble #golden kamuy fluff #golden kamuy dilfs #SFW #spoiler free

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iheartkirawus · 8 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ゴールデンカムイ | Golden Kamuy (Manga), ゴールデンカムイ | Golden Kamuy (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kadokura/Kirawus (Golden Kamuy) Characters: Kirawus (Golden Kamuy), Kadokura (Golden Kamuy), Hijikata Toshizou (Golden Kamuy), Nagakura Shinpachi (Golden Kamuy), Ushiyama Tatsuma, Okuyama Kantarou Additional Tags: Sickfic, Falling In Love, Canon Compliant, Let's Explore Kadokura's Past, Alternate Title: Sassmaster Kirawus Catches Feels Summary:

Kadokura catches his death and is bedridden after the Lake Akan fiasco. As it falls on Kirawus to take care of his sloppy coworker, he learns more about him, and his opinion of him begins to change…

#golden kamuy fanfiction #fanwriting #archive of our own #my ao3 bookmarks #kadokura toshiyuki #kirawus #hijikata toshizou #nagakura shinpachi #ushiyama tatsuuma #kantarou okuyama #kadowus

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justabug-creations · 7 months

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Eternity of Undeath

Status: Complete (Chapter(s): 1)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Sugimoto Saichi

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Magic, Lich, Immortality

The fic for week two of Monsttober 2023 is out!! The monster race for this week was Lich.

Body, mind, and soul, the elements to make what society knows as life. If one were to be taken away, what then could be considered life? What can be considered death? If the cost of immortality is one's mortality, are they dead or alive? And what exactly is contained in the phrase mortality? Living as The Immortal, does that make Sugimoto Saichi dead or alive? Are things that simple?

#justabug fanfiction #golden kamuy #golden kamui #sugimoto saichi #the immortal sugimoto #golden kamuy fanfiction #Monsttober #Monsttober 2023

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onipuff · 2 months

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"Those dark eyes, where once a raging inferno frightened Koito, are now reduced to mere embers. It allows a glimpse beyond the flame, into the pain- the tinder that burns in perpetuity." This is an illustration I made to go along with a fic I've written! I've always enjoyed writing, but its been ages since I attempted writing prose just for fun, but this pairing inspired me to give it a try again 🥰 Big thanks to my partner, I couldn't have finished it without his help 🙏😭💖💖 If you're a fan of this pairing, I would be thrilled if you gave it a read! https://archiveofourown.org/works/53962609

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#fanfic #fanfiction #digital art #fanart #golden kamuy #koito otonoshin #tsurumi tokushirou #tsurukoi #fan art #anime #manga #gay #human #male #yaoi #illustration #moody

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nainamin · 4 months

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𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 : 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘺 (𝘔𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯! 𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳! 𝘈𝘜)

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 : 𝘖𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘏𝘺𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦

𝘤𝘸 : 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘴 (?), 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤, 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!

Ogata Hyakunosuke is a man of a few words.

He is a man that one would describe as a simpleton, devoid of life.

A waste of room.

This one time, one of our higher ups, Mr. Tsurumi scolded him in front of the whole office. Heavy manila folders were thrown and the words that came out of him were cold and piercing, anybody would’ve cried, I’m sure. Not only because of the verbal abuse and the ridicule, but Ogata’s expression was the same. It was unwavering, his eyes didn’t move an inch from the spot on the floor he was glued onto.

He is, by no means an excellent employee, nor a good colleague to have either for that matter.

There happened an accident where he spilled coffee onto one of our co-workers, Saichi. As Saichi hissed and cursed at him while wiping his now stained shirt, Ogata walked off, not a word slipped out of his mouth, much less an apology.

He was someone that would make you question the reasoning of how and why there are functioning members of society that acts the way he does, clearly giving a rat’s ass about how he was perceived, the way it was so questionable-it was almost refreshing.

His demeanor was always calm and coordinated, and I would always get this sense of peace by just looking at how he goes about his day, but his face was an entirely different story.

His eyes were sharp, not even figuratively, because they were quite literally shaped like the edges could cut through diamonds, and his pupils were bafflingly dark, darker than black, unreflecting of light, like looking at a never-ending tunnel, inky and surrounded by an air of unease.

His was a face of a tragic man, even that is an overstatement, due to the fact that he rarely ever show any signs of emotion, so how do I even come to this conclusion?

It was the boredom of my job perhaps, that something as mundane as somebody’s face could make me a philosopher.

The rapid clicking of keyboards and flips of papers, clashing with loud chattering was what rung through my ears from 7AM to 7PM each day of the week. Even on Sundays, when people would expect leisure and peace, I’m quite literally glued to the screen, fingers gliding across the keyboard, a dark hue making my under-eyes it’s permanent home.

Suffocating crowds in the train station only growing by each passing minute, forcing me to smell the increasingly sickening stench of body odor of people with the same fate, forced to be corporate slaves, robots of the system, living mundane lives slowly losing any grasp on reality they used to have.

I’m desperate to get maybe just a taste of what it means to truly live? What excitement could I feel coursing through my body when I finally discovers what it has in store? But how could I, in this stuffy office, despite it’s pompous appearance in the middle of a metropolitan city, it’s insides surrounded by gloom and stolen hopes.

And Ogata was, in a way, a beacon.

That was also probably an overstatement. Have I romanticized this man so much to the point of complete blindness? No, because then I wouldn’t recognize the fact that he’s a terrible person. But how can one label someone else as ‘terrible’? surely we only have societal terms and labels as to what we should deem ‘terrible’ or ‘bad’. A lot of my friends would most definitely call me weird for being fixated on a guy as mundane as Ogata. ‘just what is it that you see in him that’s so interesting?’

‘I’ve never understood how your mind works.’

‘he’s an asshole.’

There is, of course, some truth to their words; that you can practically see the hollow pride he held for carrying himself that way, the heroism he must feel when he acknowledges the fact that he doesn’t conform to society’s idea of how a respectable human being should act, the thought of him indulging himself in so much self-flattery is a nauseating enough thought, but I can’t seem to look away.

Watching Ogata Hyakunosuke has become a habit for me. Is it creepy to do this? Probably. But it’s not like I’m bothering him, am I?

It’s wrong to use my boredom as a reason for the absurdity of my behavior and my way of thinking, but sometimes I can’t help but wonder if he could feel my line of sight fixated on him throughout the office? The way I follow his every move, the way his hands run through his hair, slicking it back, and the way a loose strand would pop out, covering his eyebrow. The way he would occasionally scratch the symmetrical scars on his jaw, switching between the left and the right one, picking on dry scabs, and the way he would loosen his tie and pull on his collar, showing the tiniest bit of anxiety through his brusque façade.

‘Hey.’

There it is. Hoarse and baritone.

I looked up, looking at the source of the voice through my computer screen and the desk partition.

I raised my eyebrows at him, beckoning him to keep talking.

‘Why do you keep looking at me?’

I look at him, bewildered. ‘What?’

‘Don’t act stupid.’ He paused, his eyebrows furrowing. ‘You know what you’re doing.’

‘You’re awfully sure of yourself.’

Despite having set principles and how they affect my behavior, I recognize how useless it would be to spend any type of energy on someone like him, so I looked back down at my computer screen dismissively. Communication has never been my forte, and there has been a major lack of it throughout my life, and it is most apparent at situations like these.

I tried to focus on my assignment, his stare almost drilling holes into my body.

The clock strikes 9.

The office was now empty, darkness sifted through the mesh drapes of the large glass wall, accompanied by the low-opacity glow of the moon and the street lamps reflecting on the fake plants in obnoxiously large pots. I stretched out my arms, yawning as tears form in the corners of my eyes. It was quiet, aside from the sound of my shirt and skirt rustling as I shift uncomfortably in my seat. My tongue clicked in annoyance as I remembered the fact that this assignment had to be done by 10, the voice of my senior, Koito, echoing in my head when he dropped the large stack of excel tables on my desk so heavy it made a ‘thump’ sound.

We have company.

There he is, sitting across me, hair all disheveled, probably because of his cheap hair gel. I could feel his occasional stares as we typed away in our computers. Apparently, Mr. Tsurumi assigned him another bunch of data to proofread, thus making him work overtime. Great.

The awkwardness in the air is probably one-sided, but was quite mutually palpable once he clears his throat in the middle of dead silence, as if to purposely distract me.

The clicking of a lighter breaks the ambience, grey smoke rises from the opposite side of the desk, stinking of old tobacco and nicotine.

‘Are you insane?’

He looks at me, his expression stone-cold.

‘we have a fire alarm. You can’t just smoke in here.’

‘why do you care?’

I raised an eyebrow, giving him a puzzled, almost disgusted look.

‘because, it seems like I’m the only clear minded person here, and they’ll blame me for not warning you instead of getting the point through your thick ass skull as they should.’

He scoffed as he continued blowing puffs of smoke, filling the room with a disturbing stench.

‘Jesus.’ I muttered under my breath as I rested my head on my palms in distress, but the miscreant seemed to hear it, and let out a smirk that could only be described as shit-eating.

‘keep wishing. You’ll need his help if you want me to do something for you.’

I rolled my eyes at his predictable blasphemy, trying to keep my focus on the assignment, grappling on my sanity despite nearing a deadline and surrounded by the smoggy stench as if I was at a satay parlor in a summer festival.

It’s going to be a long night.

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RAHHH im sorry guys that was the only thing that i could squeeze out of my head at the moment. there is a shortage of fanfics in this fandom, esp x reader ones, so im here to deliver despite the amateur writing and shitty pretentious prose lol. i hope you enjoyed this one and if you want ch 2 pls lmk!

#golden kamuy #golden kamuy x reader #manga #anime #fanfic #fanfiction #ogata hyakunosuke #golden kamuy ogata #ogata hyakunosuke x reader

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never-enough-golden-kamuy · 1 year

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Your Saichi

Sugimoto x f!reader Enjoy!

"I'm Sugimoto the immortal," assured man.

[Y/N] lifted her head to get a better look at him. She knew well the title he had given himself, which somehow kept him alive regardless of the will of the heavens. “What about Saichi?”

This question caught him off guard. His hand stopped creasing their arm, as he was trying to understand the question. Woman shifted under the covers.

“Saichi the brave” guessed [Y/N], but quickly abandoned the idea. Too cliché. “Saichi the fearless?”

The man chuckled softly, finally realizing what she meant. Basically, no one was calling him by his first name, not even Asirpa. Therefore, never was needed to create a title to it. Now however, there is somebody who calls him Saichi. He thought for a moment, feeling her fingers trace the line of his collarbone, climb up his neck and brush the line of his jaw, stopping only at his bottom lip.

He caught curious hand, squeezed it gently, and placed a kiss on its knuckles. “What about your Saichi?” he asked, quietly so only they could hear.

“My Saichi?” she repeated as quietly as if they had just shared a big secret. She savored the words for a moment, until her face lit up with a smile so beautiful it could have ended a war. “MY Saichi.”

#actually i have two husbandos from gn that i'm willing to write fanfiction about #and this one is the second one #sugimoto golden kamuy #golden kamuy sugimoto #sugimoto saichi #saichi sugimoto #sugimoto the immortal #golden kamuy x reader #golden kamuy #sugimoto x reader #never enough golden kamuy #never enough my stories

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lizardboiii · 1 month

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INTRODUCTION•MASTER LIST

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Hi everyone! My name is Lizardboi and I’ve decided to expand my works from AO3 to Tumblr! I plan on using this account to create mostly one shots. But most importantly, take requests<3.

Check out my bio for the fandoms I am most comfortable writing characters for. I am open to trying other fandoms but I can’t promise I will be able too.

As of right now I don’t have any one shots completed but I do have a master list planned. I also plan on posting my already created works from AO3.

Warnings!!!

A lot of my works use NSFW content and are for 18+ ONLY. I strongly discourage minors from interacting with this page.

MASTERLISTS

Last updated: 3/25

Total Works: 3

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Anyone (18+) is welcome to request other characters/fandoms! The ones I have listed at the moment I’m pretty hyper-fixed on so you have a better chance of me taking your request. NSFW requests will only be considered if your page clearly lists you are a legal adult.

RULES/LIMITS (WILL NOT WRITE):

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•N*crophillia

•Incest

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WILL WRITE:

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•Unhealthy Relationships

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graveyardtidy · 1 year

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My favorite fanfiction topic is a character named after or the fictional depiction of a historical figure.

Not because I particularly love stories with them, I just love watching people freak out about the idea that someone wants to fuck nikola tesla or oda nobunaga or something. Feeds my soul.

#fanfiction #ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #record of ragnarok #bungou stray dogs #golden kamuy #black butler #i guess...#what other media does this?#there's props more but... head empty

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writerobscura · 3 months

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This post had nothing to do with fandom, but damn if I didn't feel called out.

#Golden Kamuy #tanigaki genjirou #ogata hyakunosuke #otani #tanio #when the ship died I kept trying #I still got moots at Pixiv trying to keep that shit alive #RIP otani #fanfiction #gk

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readerficsbyhyaku · 6 months

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No Honorifics Needed (Kikuta Mokutarou x Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d love to hear this story too.”

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

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

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

You stared them down before asking

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

The man hastily scooted away, still squinting at you.

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

“You were a woman ? All along ?”

You sighed.

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

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

“Now what about that story ?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So that’s how you did it…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I swear Kikuta…” you breathed out.

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

“Mokutarou.”

“Huh ?” you rose again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

author’s note

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

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