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creachureboy · 1 year

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Shoutouts to Vasily Pavlichenko !

(General vasily HCs as well as Vasily/reader hcs)

*With bonus nsfw at the end, dw I tag it

Gender neutral reader, again

Order: general hcs -> vasily/reader -> nsfw

GENERAL HCS

Shoutout to the man who showers nearly exclusively with cold water every morning like a fucking SICKO (good for him).

Shoutout to the man who has one apron which he uses both for art and for cooking and refuses to buy another one because he says having more than one is unnecessary.

Shoutout to the man who has an entire shelf of his art supplies which he keeps very tidy and organized, but his workstation is constantly a mess.

Shoutout to the man who accidentally drank paint water when sleep deprived and didn't even notice until a few seconds after he swallowed it.

Shoutout to the man who used to consistently organize his art supplies by colour but has since has given up.

Shoutout to the man with like 69 pinterest boards all for really specific things and somehow is able to nagivate them with no issue.

SFW VASILY/READER

Shoutout to the man who, if you let him, will pull out his phone and take pictures or videos of you while hanging out, purely because he wants to always remember the small moments.

Shoutout to the man who picks you up like a cat sometimes just for the funnies.

Shoutout to the man who has the warmest tiddies to snuggle on a cold night. Or a cold day. Or a hot day. Why limit yourself (although he might not appreciate the last one).

Shoutout to the man who's so observant that he notices when something's bothering you before even you notice it.

Shoutout to the man who will drag you out of bed in the morning, he'll let you sleep in if you need it but. Do you smell that ? The breakfast he cooked for you both ? What're you gonna do, stay in bed and let it get cold rather than eat it with him?

Shoutout to the man who's impulse upon waking up to accidentally drooling on you in his sleep was to laugh first and THEN apologize.

Shoutout to the man who is the reason you watch your step while youre in his room / he's in your room, because he likes to lay down on the floor.

Shoutout to the man who allows you to bite his fingers like a cat.

Shoutout to the man who draws your favourite characters just to see you light up.

Shoutout to the man who stays up late drawing who you have to drag to bed with you or he'll be up for another god knows how many hours.

Shoutout to the man who, when he doesnt stay up late drawing, sleeps at a pretty reasonable time, and drags you to bed when you're up late.

Shoutout to the man who invites you to play fps games with him and supports you even if you have no idea what you're doing.

Shoutout to the man who likes to give you big hugs and lifts you up off the ground to spin you, but stopped ever since he accidentally spun your ankle right into the leg of a table and had to go get ice for you.

Shoutout to the man who lets you borrow all his comfy sweaters and jackets and calls you a bowling ball when you stuff your knees into the sweater while you wear it.

Shoutout to the man who cant handle spicy food for shit. You only learned that about him when you ate something spicy with him, and you turned to him bcs he was sniffling and he looked like he was about to cry.

Shoutout to the man who went stargazing with you only to accidentally choose the most mosquito infested place.

Shoutout to the man who wanted to have a candlelit dinner with you but evenetually got annoyed that he couldn't see the food and just turned on the ceiling light.

Shoutout to the man who didn't notice you were laying on the floor, almost stepped on you, then immediately noticed you and fell over and hit his head.

Shoutout to the man who got flustered like a schoolgirl after you did the kabedon to him.

Shoutout to the man that made cookies with you and cut them into cute shapes only for them to expand while baking and then become deformed, but he still tried to salvage them and it sort of worked.

Shoutout to the man who seemed so visibly distressed as he told you he couldnt find his favourite pencil anywhwre, only for you to chuckle and tell him that it was behind his ear.

I THINK THIS IS STILL SFW BUT IDK

Shoutout to the man WITH THE HAIRY CHEST ‼️

NSFW

Shoutout to the man who will overstimulate you, and when you tell him its too much, he'll give you reassuring kisses and whisper to you "you can do this" and "you're being so good for me" all while not letting up in the fucking slightest. He only stops if you directly ask him to.

Shoutout to the man who doesnt like to limit himself to fucking you on the bed, and likes to experiement in different places like over your table, on a chair, on the floor, against a wall, or wherever else you both can think of.

Shoutout to the man who tried to finger you but then winced and had to stop because he forgot that he accidentally burned his hand last time he cooked.

Shoutout to the man who you accidentally walked in on masturbating while groaning your name.

Shoutout to the man who, if you let him, pulls out the audio recorder on his phone while he's doing you so he can always listen back to the soft noises you made for him.

Shoutout to the man who sneezed when you gave him head, and couldn't help but chuckle when you mustered a muffled "bless you" while his dick was still in your mouth.

Shoutout to the man who accidentally came onto your bedsheet and wanted to clean it up, so he took some tissues and a cup of water to clean it off, but you accidentally kicked his arm while getting off the bed at the same time he tried to pour a bit of water, consequently spilling the water on the bed. The patch was still damp when you tried to sleep and you both ended up huddling on one corner of the bed to avoid the cold wet spot.

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here-lies-golden-kamuy · 1 year

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after seeing some of your Ogata meta, I wanted to share an idea I had.

it starts with Yuusaku, and Ogata's paradoxical hatred/envy of him. in my mind, Ogata hates Yuusaku because he represents a privileged existence. one that their father granted to Yuusaku, while neglecting Ogata. they're like light and shadow. Yuusaku's purity has and will always frame him as an exception to the compromises that other people have to make... and it's not just in relation to Ogata. normal men compromise their morals during war, but Yuusaku is treated as though he's above everyone.

Ogata's position is that this isn't fair. but then, what should be the method of leveling the playing field? Yuusaku would rather bring Ogata into the light, and Ogata would rather drag Yuusaku into the dark. these are their attempts to become relatable to each other, but they'd have to fundamentally alter each other if they were ever going to see eye to eye.

when Ogata asks "was a blessed life ever possible for me?" he does tip his hand a bit. it sounds like he actually wants to have those blessings. meanwhile, Yuusaku was never enticed by the darkness. Ogata failed to prove that his way of thinking is inherently tempting... and when Ogata shoots Yuusaku, that 100% cements his ideological loss. Yuusaku's death ended his potential to change, and immortalized his purity forever. and Yuusaku left Ogata with a curse of his own: "nobody should be able to kill without feeling guilt."

Yuusaku died, and made it so. and with this background knowledge, here is what I'm really getting at.

at the end of their journey together, we see Ogata draw a clear parallel between Asirpa and Yuusaku. both are people who have an empathetic, sentimental urge to care about the lives of others... and they expect to try and maintain that moral framework, even in the midst of a conflict that seems to necessitate violence and death. in some ways, their dedication to these morals can come off as judgmental towards people who have ended up dirtying their hands already. early in their relationship, Asirpa and Sugimoto grappled with that.

I believe that, if Asirpa and Yuusaku are comparable, then Sugimoto and Ogata are contrastable in the same role... they've responded in opposite ways to the same offer. both consider themselves to be cursed, and they think of killing as sometimes necessary, but Sugimoto feels guilt fully and readily. and when Asirpa reaches out to him, Sugimoto is more readily willing to change.

once you start thinking of the two as foils, there's no going back. Asirpa reminds Sugimoto of how he lived before the war, and Sugimoto devotes himself to Asirpa... Yuusaku reminds Ogata of how he lived before the war, and Ogata kills Yuusaku. one accepts the aid of someone who can help him heal, while the other rejects it.

this all culminates in Ogata murdering Wilk, and shooting Sugimoto. at that point, Sugimoto is basically what Ogata could've been if he'd embraced the connection that was offered to him. and I think it's symbolically meaningful that Ogata tries to kill this symbolic healthier version of himself. with this one decision, he ensures that Asirpa will never be able to think well of him... not if she ever learns the whole truth. whether Ogata knows it or not, he's essentially been watching as, once again, another person lives a more blessed and prosperous existence that he cannot partake in. he's always on the outside looking in, and when he shoots Sugimoto, he closes off one more important avenue.

I absolutely love the scene where Asirpa shoots Ogata in the eye. first of all, Asirpa and Sugimoto are beginning to swap their views on killing. Asirpa's morals have been tested, and she's starting to come to Sugimoto's early conclusion that killing isn't something she wants to do, but sometimes it can't be avoided if you want to survive. meanwhile, Sugimoto has picked up Asirpa's philosophy of being as non-lethal as possible. war isn't the proper tool for preserving a culture... Sugimoto already knows it isn't the proper tool for preserving a person. he went to war, and it nearly destroyed him. but now, everything he values about himself exists because, from the beginning, Asirpa had the correct tools to let him rebuild himself.

and so, when the arrow hits Ogata in the eye, Sugimoto saves Ogata's life, regardless of his rage. Ogata failed to kill Sugimoto, and Asirpa succeeded in healing him. as a result, when Asirpa is in danger of being pulled into the dark, she has someone there to help her.

and Ogata has still failed to corrupt anyone. he can't figure out how to bring someone down to his level so that he can relate to them. he's still alone. he never quite figures out what's good for him until after he's already ruined it.

Hey, anon! <33 When I first read this, I was totally blown away /gen And honestly, you deserve your own meta post about Ogata for real ‼️‼️‼️ I'd totally lose my mind again like I did the first time I read this /pos

Let me give you my thoughts in chunks! :-D I'll put it under the cut because holy shit it's so long

"it starts with Yuusaku, and Ogata's paradoxical hatred/envy of him. in my mind, Ogata hates Yuusaku because he represents a privileged existence. one that their father granted to Yuusaku, while neglecting Ogata. they're like light and shadow. Yuusaku's purity has and will always frame him as an exception to the compromises that other people have to make... and it's not just in relation to Ogata. normal men compromise their morals during war, but Yuusaku is treated as though he's above everyone."

My god, the thematic light and dark analogy is so on point. I agree: Yuusaku is the embodiment of light whilst his older half-brother is the dark entity. I always found it interesting that Yuusaku was pushed to a position of veneration (chapter 165, page 12). By keeping himself pure, he will be an "icon" for other men to look at and relieve themselves from the guilt of killing another person. What's interesting about it is that he's following the interpretation of their father about the superstition surrounding the flagbearer role. I argue that Yuusaku, to some degree, is forced to be light. He was forced to play a role that dictated that his life should radiate purity. His position as flagbearer and the mysticism behind the role wasn't his idea (and to some extent, wasn't his choice - he just followed what his father wanted); but because he's a willing participant of this superstitious belief, he, therefore, transforms himself from mere man to a purity akin to divinity.

Because he's so pure, to the point of veneration, I feel like that was part and parcel of why Ogata killed him: to prove to himself that even the gods and their blessed children bleed and die at the hands of men like him.

YES YES YES!!!! Exactly! I love your idea of them trying to bring the other to their "ideological side" as a form of relating to one another. I feel like Yuusaku wanted to "save" his brother from the darkness that he feels had enshrouded him his entire life. Ogata, on the other hand, wanted to prove that a person who was beloved by his parents and who had it all can still be someone like him: "normal". This comes from the idea that Ogata thought that it was normal for everyone not to feel guilt when killing people (chapter 165, page 13); who knows what else he thought was normal?

I think there's a part of Ogata that really wanted to be a blessed child, underneath all his layers. There's a Tumblr post that tries to pull out the intricacies and nuances in Ogata's confrontation with Hanazawa Senior in chapter 103. I think it really showed Ogata's vulnerability, the inner child in him that continued to be ignored and hurt.

I think Ogata's hand in Yuusaku's death does immortalize his purity forever! Because Ogata finally gave up on their game: Yuusaku won their ideological battle by offering Ogata true love and acceptance (it's completely familial please) - something he's never received from anyone in the past. Though, I don't fully agree with how Yuusaku's death ended Ogata's potential to change: rather, for me, it symbolizes that Ogata's life ideology is flawed, and he ran away from it rather than confronting it. I argue that his potential to change died in your later observation of him shooting Sugimoto and/or when he pointed a gun at Asirpa and got shot in the eye by accident.

I love your idea of Ogata having his own curse as a result of Yuusaku's death: "nobody should be able to kill without feeling guilt". Because that's the backbone of his relationship with Asirpa, the one who reminds him of Yuusaku and someone who also tried to love him.

[With so many emotions] fuck. 🥹🥹 I love your assessment of both Asirpa and Yuusaku being so firm in their own beliefs that they can come off as judgemental or even condescending to those that fail to meet their standards. Well in the case of Asirpa, she eventually learns that the world isn't as white and black as she used to think, so she too grows in her own ideological perspective.

Sugimoto and Ogata are foils, you're so right, and you pointed out the main reason why I strongly believe that. It boils down to their respective relationships with Asirpa, who is characterized as a "chosen one" in the sense that she's a) given a huge moral task of protecting the Ainu (and later on even the other ethnic minorities in Karafuto and Russia), and b) she's - for the most part of the story - depicted as someone who's is pure (and is firm in staying pure) in a world of bloodshed and greed.

I like your idea on how Sugimoto and Ogata had their respective person who represented light in their lives. And you're right: they differ in their response to being "saved". I wholeheartedly agree with how Asirpa reminds Sugimoto about his past (unmarred) life. But for me, I think rather than being reminded of his past, unmarred life, Yuusaku represents a "what if" in Ogata. He represents a blessed life that Ogata himself could have lived; to go even further, even perhaps the lost life he could've had, should Yuusaku hadn't been born.

I think that Ogata truly did close himself to the possibility of a blessed life. Hence, I love the metaphor of him having his own path in the snow versus the lynx (meko oyasi) and the rest of the group in chapter 169. Like a lynx that lives a solitary life, he was forced to live life alone because of the childhood neglect he experienced (I talked about that in my first meta for Ogata and Love). But because he killed Yuusaku and therefore gained his "curse", he further alienates himself from others, trapping himself in his own twisted worldview by clinging onto it. He forced himself to be isolated - hence he's walking on his own path, which hints on his independence as a character on the surface but shows his loneliness on a deeper level.

I love this so much that I'm just nodding my head to everything you said. Hey, you dropped this crown, your majesty 👑 I love how you looked into how Sugimoto and Asirpa grew throughout the series, especially in the Karafuto Arc for the latter. And how despite Asirpa dipping her toes into the moral dark, she has an anchor in Sugimoto. She's not like pure Yuusaku, but she's not also as dark as Ogata: she now exists in a lighter moral grey.

"He's still alone. He never quite figures out what's good for him until after he's already ruined it." I love love LOVE this one. Because you're right: Ogata damns himself in pits of the darkness of his own volition. He curses himself never to escape its traps by killing (or attempting to kill) those that try to pierce through his gloomy veil.

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts on this, anon. I loved every moment of reading and analyzing Ogata more <3

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iwashie · 10 months

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"𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙀𝘼…?" (18+)| GOLDEN KAMUY

ft. Hijikata Toshizou

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hijikata Toshizou, smart girl.”

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

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laceymorganwrites · 2 years

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Livin´ on a prayer

Kinktober day 1: switching

Pairing: Ogata x fem!reader

Word count: 5,547

Warnings: mild gore, oral (fem! receiving), written in 3rd person

A/N: whoop whoop! I´m finally backkkkkk (let´s hope I can manage to finish everything tho lmao) and we´re starting the month with my favorite wildcat^^ I´m so excited for season 4 aaaah

Song: Livin´ on a prayer by Bon Jovi

Things have been rough for Ogata after Karafuto to say the least. Ever since he decided to do things his own way for once, think for himself and just do whatever he wanted for a change. And now there really was only place for him to go, it was the only thing he had left, the only thing he wanted in his life, the only thing keeping him sane. Well (Y/N) wasn´t a thing, she was a person. A person that was very important to him. He couldn´t tell if it was love since he never experienced that in his whole life, neither on the giving nor receiving end. So he didn´t want to call it that as long as he himself didn´t understand it fully.

He actually felt relieved when he entered the backdoor of her establishment, he couldn´t risk being seen and pulling her into his mess. She already did so much for him, she didn´t deserve the consequences of his actions. (Y/N) was about the only person he´d be considerate towards to.

The two of them always have been close, they hit it off as soon as they met. It was to be expected since brothels were always his home, though to be fair he still figured out what that even meant. But she really helped him with all of that, with his emotions, she didn´t look at him full of disgust and hate when he told her how he never felt guilty for his kills. And she was also the one who always listened to him, he trusted her enough to tell her all about his gruesome deeds in war.

Sometimes when he had a particularly bad day he´d even sleep over at her place. Most of the times he couldn´t sleep but he noticed that he was calmer in her arms, he liked cuddling a lot and she especially made him feel safe. Like nothing would happen to him. Because she wouldn´t let it. And that was because she actually cared, a lot more than she let on. Ogata saw her as a friend because he was too scared of anything more intimate even though they crossed that line a long time ago. And (Y/N) wanted to give him all the time he needed to figure things out on his own, she didn´t want to pressure him into a relationship just because she caught feelings.

As soon as she saw him she smiled slightly, already looking around the rooms to see which of the women were free currently. “Ah, no need.” he said as he noticed what she was doing. He appreciated it, she always had the prettiest women serve him but to him that was her. Especially lately on his journey when he laid awake at night, all alone. He just couldn´t stop thinking about her. “Alright, do you want some tea?” she asked, her gentle smile on her lips as always. He nodded as he took off his coat and put it on some chair where he sat down, running his hand through his hair to keep it out of his face.

During his travels he learned how to snipe again, he might have gotten just a tad bit better if that even was possible, he also put in his fake eye already, not really wanting to gross her out too much. When (Y/N) came back with the tea she noticed that he seemed to be deep in thought, which wasn´t uncommon for him but today it seemed especially serious. So she just sat down next to him, sipping on her cup of tea and waiting if he would say something. She didn´t mind the silence with him, she knew he wasn´t that big of a talker. Though sometimes he did surprise her.

“I´m glad you´re back, I missed you” her voice was quiet as she said it, it was the first time actually admitting her feelings for him, he was gone for quite a bit and she was so scared of never seeing him again, she just couldn´t keep it to herself any longer. She didn´t care if he didn´t feel the same but she couldn´t just act as if there was nothing between the two of them anymore.

He wordlessly blinked at her, needing some time to process what she said and come up with a sarcastic remark to hide his actual feelings because intimacy scared him.

“Aw come on, I´m not that good in bed” he smirked, she rolled her eyes chuckling but then looked him straight in the eyes, well eye… “Yes you are and you know it” she shot back, a sly grin on her face, knowing he knew that it wasn´t all there was to it. Even if he wasn´t ready to face it yet, he couldn´t escape from the fact that she liked him more than she should anymore. And maybe he did too. It was most probable but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind. It was too late for him anyway, there was no chance in hell she´d still want him with his injury. But he was quite surprised she didn´t say something about that earlier. She must´ve noticed as soon as she saw him, but he appreciated her not saying anything, giving him enough space and room to address it on his own if he wished to. But (Y/N) was someone who would never force anything out of him so even if he´d stay quiet for the rest of the night she would never hold it against him.

But he did end up saying something about it. That cocky attitude soon being washed away by his insecurities as he stared holes in his tea, he had both of his hands holding onto his cup to warm up.

“Maybe I was once but I don´t think I am anymore” he quietly mumbled. When he felt her warm hand against one of his, still cold on the outside, he looked up slightly to see her kind and gentle expression. Even after all these years it was still new to him. How anyone could look at him with something else than hate and distrust. Disgust and shame. But there were no such things in her eyes, they were so warm and empathetic, loving even. If being loved meant being safe like he was with her, being looked at like that, he so desperately wanted to be able to express the same to her. Because in that moment he knew he felt it too. Being with (Y/N) was like coming home, having a home in the first place, he never wanted to leave. But at the same time he did, he wanted to leave with her and go on adventures, settle down at the same time, conquer the world and withdraw to the farthest corner with her. If being in love felt like this he understood how greedy and gruesome people got for it. All things considered he already did in his life and didn´t feel guilty about, he´d do things tenfold worse than that if it meant seeing her smile at him for just a moment. Because in that moment everything was fine, everything was peaceful, perfect, calm and … pure. In a sense that was almost comical considering the fact they met and presently were in that same brothel.

Ogata let go of the cup so he could properly hold her hand, not quite facing her just yet but his eyes were fixated on their interlocked fingers now instead of the hot tea. He was quiet for a bit but eventually told her all about his journey and injury. As he realized that she wasn´t judging him for what he did and just listened closely to him, softly caressing his hand at the parts that were hurtful to talk about to him, he felt so secure. He didn´t have to hide the pained expression as he thought about the pain, about the consequences of his actions, about the fact he did something for himself for the first time, not just following orders of a mad man that was too far gone at this point. Parts of his journey felt freeing even, but he paid the price for that. However if that was what it took, what it cost to be reunited with (Y/N), he´d do it all over again. And because he felt so safe with her, knowing she would never judge him for the fact he couldn´t express his feelings as others could, knowing he overall had trouble with emotions, he felt safe enough to tell her how proud he was to be able to call himself a sniper again, that he felt more alive again, like himself, like a breathing human being. Though he didn´t associate the last part with himself before knowing her.

“Really? That´s great, but then again I didn´t think you wouldn´t be able to. I mean being a sniper is in your blood, it would be tragic if you wouldn´t be able to anymore” she told him, that honest to a fault smile on her face again. That smile he could look at for hours, knowing everything was going to be fine. No matter what went through his mind right now, screw the self destructive thoughts and all the doubts, questioning whether everyone who called him a wildcat was right, none of that mattered when he looked at her.

“You´re making it sound like I can actually be a man again” there it was, his self hatred, that dark chuckle that sounded more like a cry for help for her. She held onto his hand a bit tighter, gently caressing it. “Because you can. You never were anything less to me” she told him, this time averting her eyes. She was getting too bold. He was here for sex, to be a man again like he said. Not for her and her stupid feelings he didn´t even reciprocate. She should just stop it and so she did. (Y/N) wanted to get up and get him the prettiest woman she could find, if she had to continue her work herself. He deserved only the best. And she´d make that happen no matter what it took. But Ogata held her back, holding onto her hand like it was his lifeline because in a sense it was. “No. Stay. I don´t want meaningless sex tonight, I just want you… and I hate that you just made me say that but I know what you´re trying to do. And don´t. Just don´t. I thought we were past the point of sugar coating words so just say it. Say you don´t like me the way I like you and let me leave. Or say you feel the same and never let me go” (Y/N) wasn´t the only person unsure about her and his feelings, but the journey to Otaru made him hyper aware of his own. In a way that almost hurt.

Now it was her turn to wordlessly look at him. She just got a confession. Of his feelings. For her. By none other than Ogata Hyakunosuke. Now that was a rare occurrence if she ever saw one. Before thinking too much about it she pulled him close by the collar of his uniform to kiss him passionately. In this moment Ogata felt himself relax, much more than he already did whenever he was with her. Maybe it was because for once something good happened in his life, for once someone liked him for him, not his sniping abilities, not because of his mother, or his brother or father, not because he was in the 7th or anything like that. No she just liked him for… his personality? It sounded crazy to him to be honest so he thought that it might have something to do with the fact he gave incredibly good head. But maybe that was just because her cunt tasted the sweetest. He kissed her back eagerly, his tongue playing an all too familiar game of catch with hers, leaving him utterly breathless but he didn´t care. He did care about the little coffee table that was in the way between them so he pushed it to the side so he could wrap his arms around her, pulling her as close as humanly possible. She did the same, desperately clinging on to him and there was so much more emotion in the kiss than both of them were ready for, so much piled up feelings that have been repressed far too long.

She softly bit his lip like she always did and he couldn´t help but smile and then slightly chuckle into the kiss, his hands wandering all over her body and undressing her in the process. He used the moment when they broke apart for air to undress himself too, he knew she could get quite impatient in moments like these. When he was done he let (Y/N) marvel at him, she always needed that too. To touch him up like that, feel up his muscles and abs, she especially loved touching his inner thighs, maybe because she knew he was the most sensitive there. He´d hate it with anyone else, hate knowing they knew his most vulnerable spots and all his secrets, but sharing those things with her was much more intimate than he was ready for. But could you ever really be ready for love? Wasn´t that just the thing about it? That it hit you without any warning and then left you breathless?

She herself hated definitions when it came to feelings, you couldn´t explain them, that was the whole point. Instead she showed them with actions, of course she loved him. She knew him well enough after all those years but she still wanted to know even more. She wanted to know everything about him, experience everything with him, she just wanted all of him to herself.

Strangely enough Ogata felt the same about her. Nothing ever truly belonged to him, much less voluntarily stayed with him. But he was so sick of being used like a chess piece because he didn´t feel worthy enough to act on his own impulses, he didn´t really have any besides sex and shooting things. Until she came into his life. Somehow making her laugh was more satisfying to him than making her cum, though he always felt the proudest when he made both happen at the same time.

Just thinking about it and her made him dizzy in the best ways possible.

He hovered over her a bit, resting one of his hands on her cheek and the other on the floor to support his weight as he gently laid her down on the floor. Both of them couldn´t wait long enough to go to a proper room with a bed in it and both of them didn´t want to break their physical connection right now. Ogata was already half hard and normally it took him ages to get to that point so he really must´ve spared himself for her. It made her smile slightly, slowing down the kiss to make it more gentle and meaningful. It ended up being more tongue than lips but they always seemed to end up like that anyway, it was a routine she looked forward to every time.

Slowly but surely she felt his hands wander down to her hips which she spread for him, he broke the kiss to nibble slightly on her neck, leaving his marks this time. He usually didn´t leave any because he was too considerate of her not getting into trouble with other costumers but this time he just didn´t care. He´d much rather have her to himself anyway. And in the end he´d always been a selfish bastard, everything he did was for himself. And he wanted her too. Wanted to claim her as his own, maybe in a possessive way too but definitely not a harmful one. If he knew she didn´t feel the same he´d never have come back in the first place. Though maybe he would. He wouldn´t approach her, but he´d certainly watch her, wallow in his anguish of knowing she´d never love him back. Like all the others. And somehow that would bring him peace, knowing she wasn´t a freak like him.

But he knew better now. He knew that she was just as normal as him, she knew that they were two of a kind and finally he didn´t feel alone in this world anymore, he found a sense of belonging. It was so nice to be free of all the ties that bound him, of all the social status and faking smiles and respect, playing along with whatever sick thing Tsurumi had planned, pretending he didn´t know he was getting manipulated. It was all over now. None of that was on his mind when he was with her, she was his angel, purifying him in a sense. Purifying him in the dirtiest way they both knew. That thought made him grin, gently sliding two fingers over her wet cunt. “What´s so funny?” she smiled down at him, raking her fingers through his hair, spreading her legs even more for him. She loved the way he touched her, he wasn´t rough but also not soft. He was teasing, to an extent where he had her crying, begging him to stop and for more all at once. “Mhm, who knows. Maybe the fact that I got you all to myself now, that even though you get fucked every day I´m still the one who makes you scream the loudest” he whispered in her ear, nibbling on it slightly. She was already panting, how cute. Maybe all the smoking did him some good after all. It was no secret she had a thing for his voice, he never truly understood it but certainly made good use of it. Ogata was never one to talk much, or rather like to talk a lot. It really depended on the topic. He could taunt people for hours but casual talk? That wasn´t so much his forte, well he just didn´t care for it. Unless it was with her. With (Y/N) he could talk for hours on end. Especially if it meant teasing her in this state. He´d never get tired of that.

“My, my… so wet already~ I didn´t even do anything yet, are you that desperate? Can´t say I blame you though” he chuckled darkly, ghosting his fingers over her thighs, never giving her what she truly desired. It was too much fun watching her writhe in his touch.

“Fuck you” she moaned and his grin widened. “Oh come on, can´t even do that on your own? You want me that badly? Want me to make your legs shake with just my tongue? Make you cry out my name so that everyone knows exactly who you belong to? Fuck you so hard you can´t even think for yourself? Just say the word, we both know you want it, there´s no shame in it” he purred, how badly she wanted to wipe this smirk off his face, but she knew well enough that he wouldn´t let her tonight, there were too many emotions boiling over at this point, he was so unhinged, that hungry look in his eye she loved to see, at this point she´d let him do everything he´d damn well pleased, even let him fuck her in front of everyone to see but she knew he was too impatient himself for this right now.

“Just fucking do it” she groaned, not putting up with his teasing tonight, it´s been far too long for him to have an attitude like that. He let it pass since it was her. She wouldn´t be able to formulate coherent sentences in a bit anyway, so it didn´t really matter. “Fine, fine, you´re no fun” that didn´t stop him from teasing her a bit more though, his fingers lazily tracing patterns all over her skin before rubbing over her pussy, grinning as he put them in front of her mouth. “Go on, taste yourself for me”

She blushed, he was always so bold and yet she didn´t dislike it one bit, being obedient for him and opening her mouth so she could suck on his fingers. “Good girl” he grinned, starting to stroke his cock for her to see and dipping down to taste her for himself. Hyakunosuke always liked giving oral more than receiving it, he was the one in control, the one who held the power. And oh how immense it was. The second his tongue hit her clit she cried out his name. He had made her wait so long that now everything felt much more intense, a shiver went throughout her body, making her ache for him. Ogata looked up at her like she was a work of art. Not that he´d ever be interested in some boring pieces of painting. No, he meant the art of the battlefield, the art of his craft, the art he could understand and worship, the art he could relish in. She was an artform that only he could grasp and understand completely, just like he was for her, two outcasts of society, dancing and laughing in the bloody rain all alone while everyone else whispered among themselves just how fucking insane they were. And yes maybe they were, but did that really matter? The way they viewed the world was just so much more fun. They got everything they wanted after all, not being on any sides, just doing whatever they felt like whenever and craving chaos and their touch most of all.

Ecstasy.

Being with Ogata was pure ecstasy. It wasn´t even just sexual, (Y/N) and him felt completely and utterly understood for the first time in their lives. He chuckled darkly as his grip on her hips became that much tighter, as he felt the fiery passion only she could ignite in him, she was his driving force and only for her he wasn´t selfish. Eating her out gave him a weird sense of peace and belonging, for the first time in his life the voices were quiet, he was calm, her scent and taste calmed him down so much it was almost unbelievable. He always was so rough at first, diving his tongue and fingers in and out of her, overstimulating her clit in the process, but every time he had those almost romantic epiphanies in which he slowed down to appreciate the way she would look down to him, those beautiful eyes she could barely keep open, that mouth hanging wide open calling his name, those hands on his head, gripping his hair, tugging at it just the right way…

He grinned widely and sped up the movement of his tongue just enough to make her legs shake before moving away completely, making her whine and leaving her hanging. Ogata liked teasing her way too much. Maybe because he hoped she would take revenge one day. He liked playing with the thought of her completely and utterly dominating him and paying him back for every time he teased her a tad too much. But for now he simply kissed her with a softness that was so unexpected from a man like him. This gentleness she only experienced with him, the way he deepened the kiss and wouldn´t let go of her waist all the while. The way his fingers traced her stomach and then rubbed against her wet folds, slowly slipping in. He started to move them immediately, slowly at first since their kiss was still so gentle. He did crave those silent and quiet moments of inner peace he only found with her. She moved her hips along with him, with every curling motion of his fingers she panted heavier. He chuckled against her lips and hovered over her a bit, adding another finger that he just knew wouldn´t fill her up enough. He knew it and he anticipated it, anticipated the moment he would finally be able to give her what she really wanted, to feel those tight walls around his cock, he wasn´t a religious man but fuck if that wasn´t what heaven felt like. He groaned slightly at just the thought which was something he never did. Be vocal about his own pleasure and desires that was. But she made it so easy. Like it wasn´t something to be ashamed of, like he was normal. He hated feeling like an outsider, like the weirdo, like an abomination his parents always reminded him he was. But he never felt like that with her, she didn´t let him. She just made him feel like a man. And recently she became more bold, making him feel like a king instead. Hell, a god even. She really did love him, huh?

Love was such a foreign concept to him but with her he felt like he could actually grasp it. It was in the way her moans grew louder as he added another finger, driving her insane, she was just so impatient he loved every second. He liked to think that he was always in control in his life but she made him lose it all. He looked forward to it every damn time.

“Please… Hyakunosuke… I can´t wait much longer” she looked up at him with such pleading, irresistible eyes. How could he say no? Especially when she moaned his name so sweetly? He stroked his cock a few more times before he spread her legs even more, finally becoming one with her. She smiled up at him, watching every inch of him disappear inside of her, filling her up like nothing and no one else could. It filled Ogata with such an immense amount of pride, it was almost sacrilegious. It was in moments like this when they became one that she felt truly at home, it was the most natural feeling in the world to her and yet it was the most amazing one every damn time. Only with him could she feel this way. More than that she wanted to feel like this only with him. If there was ever someone else who wanted to steal those moments and feelings from her she´d beg Ogata to shoot them all down. And he would. Because for her he´d do anything. Especially if she was watching with those kind eyes of hers, that smile to show him she was proud of him…

And he was a greedy man, as if he´d ever let another bastard touch her the way he did, moan for him like she did for him, look at him like she was so in love she couldn´t even think straight anymore, look at him the way he looked at her. He grunted as he started moving, slower than usual, he wanted to savor every moment. She really was made just for him, clenching around his cock so deliciously. And then it hit him, she was just as greedy as he was. The thought made him moan and grin like a madman. In his euphoria he started moving faster, not even caring about the very thing he was scared of the most until it finally happened. At a particularly hard thrust of his, his fake eye fell out and landed on her stomach. Dread didn´t even come close to what he was feeling in this moment. He expected everything, her to scream, yell at him and run for the hills. To absolutely hate and despise him, to laugh at him, to throw up from how ugly he was now… but he didn´t expect her to smile up at him. He didn´t expect her to rest your hand on his cheek, stopping for a moment to kiss him softly and look at him full of worry.

“Did it hurt?” she asked quietly, putting the eye back in gently, maneuvering him so he laid on his back now. And he let her. They were still connected, maybe it was fucked up but her kind and gentle soul, her genuine kindness went right to his cock. He chuckled at her question and decided not to ignore it like he initially wanted to. No, with her he could be honest and vulnerable. Hell, she was the only person in this world who wouldn´t take advantage of it. “Actually I didn´t feel anything, got shot with a poison arrow” he said so casually and watched her lips twitch upwards as you laughed a little. Cute. “Lucky you. But the poison didn´t spread out much, did it? So… you can still feel this?” she accentuated her last question with a roll of her hips, propping herself up and leaning back just a bit so she would tighten beautifully around his cock. He bit back a groan and grinned up at her. “Feel what? I guess you´re gonna have to try harder to suck the poison out of me” it was a dare and he knew it, he also knew that she could very well just stand up and walk out of the room in just this instance to leave him to take care of himself. He knew that very well and still he craved to walk this thin line with her, testing the waters, no they were beyond that point now. He was slowly wading through her ocean just to the point where he couldn´t stay anymore and then he´d tease her to the moment he was completely underwater, seconds away from drowning. And then he´d behave again. Because fuck did he need her, cumming without (Y/N) wasn´t any fun. For some reason she let him every single time. Well no, she did punish him quite a bit which to be fair he always looked forward to a little too much. She sat on his cock, throbbing inside of her and stared him down, arms folded over her chest. She was waiting, testing how long it would take him to lose his mind. But both of them knew that he had been beyond that point for a long time now. Without any warning she lifted her hips off him until only his tip remained inside and then bounced down, taking all of him once again. She planned to be gentle with him today since it´s been so long since they last saw each other. But (Y/N) was getting impatient. And he was getting too cocky.

“Oh fuck, yup I definitely felt that one” he smirked up at her. “Good boy” she said sweetly and his smirk widened. He always was putty in her hands, he usually hated following orders but with her it was more than okay. She always took such good care of him. And hearing her praise him made it all worth it, all he wanted was to do a good job for her. He just wanted to be hers completely. She grinned down on him and he was in heaven. With every movement and thrust of her hips he became utterly lost in her, as if he wasn´t already. He wasn´t a religious man by any chance but if he could choose his deity it would be (Y/N). Hyakunosuke had a feverish look on his face as he watched her ride him, his hands gripping herr hips tightly, guiding them. Not that she needed any guiding but he felt like he would lose his mind if he didn´t touch her as much as he could. He had long since put any shame aside and moaned loudly now. “Please… please” he whispered, her name hanging from his lips like a prayer. “I know, baby, I know” she cooed, picking up pace all at once, her hips snapping and rocking against his, taking the breath out of him. He looked so irresistible underneath her, how could she hold back? Not when he looked up at her like she was a goddess. (Y/N) felt a rush go through her as she saw the way he looked at her, knowing she was the only one who ever saw this much emotion in him, being the only one he was so devout to. “Fuck...Fuck!” he groaned, he was close and he felt her tightening around him as well, he always tried to cum second but she made it especially hard today. His eyes rolled back as he dug his nails into her hips, thrusting up into her like a madman until he finally felt release. She felt it spill out while he was still inside. As always his voice was what brought her over the edge, the way he moaned herr name like the only thing that mattered. It was just perfect. She didn´t stop moving, instead opting to ride him slowly until she was exhausted as well, overstimulating him just a bit. He was still delirious from the pain and the medicine he took not to die, but she was the only thing he saw clearly. Ogata waited until she climbed down from him before he pulled her close to kiss her deeply, his hands roaming over your naked form. “I should visit more often” he mumbled, closing his eye, feeling at peace for the first time in years.

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