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⸺ Kyoko Sakura
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⸺ Kyoko Sakura
slowly shuffles towards you
hello hi I just found ur blog and read just about all ur works and I was wonderin if u could write a subby Kyoko with a dom male reader…
kicks a rock and shuffles away
⋆˙⟡.ೃ࿔⋆ when this posts will she still be a mainstream meme...
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WARNINGS: dom!reader, top!reader
male reader
The sterile, quiet atmosphere of her personal library was usually Kyoko’s sanctuary, a place where her analytical mind could sharpen itself against the whetstone of logic. But tonight, as you stood behind her chair, that composure was fraying. You leaned down, your breath ghosting over the shell of her ear, and watched the way her gloved fingers tightened around the edge of an old case file.
"You’re distracted, Kyoko," you whispered, your voice a low vibration that seemed to settle right in her spine.
She didn't turn around, but her shoulders dropped an inch—a silent surrender.
"The evidence is...inconclusive," she murmured, though her voice lacked its usual icy precision.
You didn't give her a chance to retreat into her head. Your hands slid over her shoulders, firmly guiding her up from the chair and turning her to face you. Kyoko looked up, her lilac eyes wide and searching, stripped of the distant mask she wore for the rest of the world. With a gentle but commanding pressure, you forced her to sit back down on the edge of the mahogany desk.
"Let's find a conclusion together, then," you said, stepping between her knees.
Kyoko’s breath hitched as you reached for the hem of her jacket. She remained perfectly still, her gaze locked onto yours, trembling slightly but refusing to break the connection. As you peeled away the layers of her detective uniform, the cool air of the library hit her skin, making her shiver. When you reached for her hands, she hesitated for a heartbeat before allowing you to slide the dark leather gloves from her fingers, exposing the delicate, scarred skin she kept hidden from everyone else. You kissed her palms, a gesture of both intimacy and possession, and she let out a soft, broken sound.
"Please," she breathed, her composure finally shattering. It wasn't a plea for mercy, but a demand for the weight of your authority to ground her.
You didn't make her wait. You hiked her skirt up around her waist and dealt with your own clothes with a focused intensity that made her pulse visible in the hollow of her throat. When you pressed your length against her entrance, she arched her back, her fingers digging into the wood of the desk. You entered her in one slow, deliberate push, filling her completely.
Kyoko let out a sharp gasp, her head falling back as she took the sensation of you. The stoic detective was gone, replaced by a woman who needed to be led, who found a strange, overwhelming peace in the way you took control of her body. You began to move, your pace steady and relentless, driving into her with a rhythm that left no room for thought.
"Look at me," you commanded.
She forced her eyes open, clouded with heat and a desperate sort of devotion. Every time you bottomed out against her, she let out a rhythmic, airy moan that echoed off the bookshelves. Her legs wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you closer, urging you to break through the last of her defenses.
The friction built, a coiled spring of tension between your bodies. Kyoko’s grip on your forearms tightened, her nails grazing your skin as she neared the edge. You quickened the pace, your breath coming in ragged bursts against her neck, until she finally buckled. Her entire body spasmed around you, her climax hitting her with a force that left her sobbing your name into your shoulder.
You followed her moments later, a heavy, pulsing release that anchored you both to the present. As the silence of the library returned, you held her close, feeling her heart hammer against your chest. Kyoko leaned her forehead against yours, her eyes closed, finally at rest.
Hey uh. can you perhaps write for Kyoko x Submissive Fem!Reader who likes to be a tease- *gets snatched by an eagle never to be seen again*
⋆˙⟡.ೃ࿔⋆ anon no how will you ever read this fic!!!
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WARNINGS: bottom!reader, sub!reader
female reader
The neon lights of the parlor felt a world away from the quiet intensity of Kyoko’s study. You leaned against the mahogany desk, tracing the edge of a confidential file with a manicured nail, watching Kyoko’s gloved fingers fly across her keyboard. She hadn’t looked up once since you’d entered, her lilac eyes fixed on the glow of the monitor.
You knew exactly how to break that focus.
"You know, Kyoko," you purred, sliding a hand onto the desk and slowly inching it toward her mouse hand. "All this work is making the room feel awfully cold. I thought detectives were supposed to be good at finding heat.
Kyoko’s hand paused.
"I’m in the middle of a profile. Surely your boredom can wait until the morning."
"Boredom?" You let out a soft, airy laugh, leaning down so your breath brushed against the shell of her ear. You reached out, your fingertips grazing the lavender ribbon in her hair before trailing down to the collar of her jacket. "I’m not bored. I’m just…under-stimulated."
You shifted, deliberately catching the hem of your skirt on the corner of the desk to reveal a flash of lace, your eyes locked onto hers with a playful, defiant spark. You leaned in closer, your lips nearly touching hers, only to pull away at the last second to pick up a pen from her tray, twirling it between your fingers.
"Maybe if you weren't so buried in these papers, you'd notice what's right in front of you."
The click of the keyboard stopped entirely. The silence in the room suddenly felt heavy, charged with a different kind of energy. Kyoko slowly turned her chair to face you. Her expression remained impassive, but there was a sharp, darkening glint in her gaze that told you the "Ultimate Detective" had just closed one case and opened another.
"You’ve been remarkably disruptive tonight," Kyoko said, her voice dropping an octave, smooth and dangerous. "First the humming, then the 'accidental' spills, and now this. You’re seeking a reaction, aren't you?"
"And if I am? What are you going to do about it, Detective?" You didn't back down, tilting your chin up.
In a movement almost too fast to follow, Kyoko’s hand shot out, grasping your wrist. She didn't hurt you, but the grip was firm, absolute, and grounded you instantly. She pulled you forward until you were forced to stumble between her knees.
"A tease who doesn't know when to stop requires a specific type of discipline," she whispered, her other hand coming up to cup your jaw, her thumb brushing over your lower lip. "You’ve spent the last hour demanding my attention. Now that you have it, you’ll find I’m not quite as patient as my files."
"On the bed. Now. And if I hear one more word of backtalk, I’ll ensure you’re too breathless to speak for the rest of the night." She stood up, looming over you, her composure shifting into a commanding presence that made your knees feel weak.
The playfulness drained out of you, replaced by a delicious, heavy heat. You nodded quickly, your submissive heart racing as you hurried to obey, knowing that the "punishment" Kyoko had in mind was exactly what you had been begging for.
Kyoko didn't follow you immediately. She took a moment to systematically click her monitor off and peel off her black studded gloves, her eyes never leaving you as you settled onto the edge of the mattress. The clinical precision with which she moved only made the anticipation sharper.
When she finally approached, she walked with the predatory grace of someone who had already solved the puzzle of your body. She pressed you back against the pillows, her weight settling between your thighs, pinning you down with a firm, steady pressure.
"You wanted to play with fire," she murmured, her lavender hair falling like a curtain around your faces, "now you get to burn."
Her kisses were demanding, tasting of intent and salt, claiming your mouth as if it were another piece of evidence she owned. Every time you tried to arch up, to meet her with that same teasing energy you'd used in the study, she used her forearms to lock your wrists above your head.
"Stay still," she commanded against your throat, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "You've had your turn to lead. Now you're going to learn how to follow."
She moved down your body with agonizing slowness. Her fingers, though no longer gloved, retained a detective’s touch—finding every hidden nerve ending, every flutter of your pulse. When she reached the hem of your lace, she didn't rush. She teased the edges, mimicking the way you had taunted her earlier, until you were the one whimpering, your heels digging into the sheets.
"Please, Kyoko," you gasped, your composure completely shattered.
"Please what?" she asked, looking up at you, her eyes hooded and dark. She reached out, her fingers slicking through your heat with a practiced, rhythmic motion that forced a sharp cry from your lungs. "I thought you wanted to talk. You were so talkative at my desk."
She increased the pace, her thumb finding the center of your tension and holding it there with unwavering focus. She watched your face intently, tracking every flush of your skin and every hitch in your breath. Just as you reached the precipice, she slowed down, dragging the sensation out until you were trembling, your eyes blown wide.
"Not yet," she whispered, leaning up to catch your whimper in a deep, possessive kiss. "I'm going to make sure you remember exactly why you shouldn't distract me."
She dove back down, her tongue replacing her fingers, and the sheer intensity of her focus broke you. You were a mess of undone nerves, no longer the tease you were moments ago. When the climax finally hit, it was a total surrender, your body arching off the bed as Kyoko held you through the waves, her touch firm and grounding until the very last spark faded.
She crawled back up, settling her body over yours, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.
"Better?"
"Yes," you breathed, exhausted and glowing.
"Good," she said, a rare, ghost of a smirk touching her lips. "Don't make me remind you again. Unless, of course, that was your plan all along."
hii can u do kyoko kirigiri x bottom reader? :o
⋆˙⟡.ೃ࿔⋆ yes so true anon
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WARNINGS: bottom!reader, public sex
gender neutral reader
The silence of the library was rarely heavy, but tonight it felt thick, weighed down by the steady ticking of the wall clock and the soft scratch of Kyoko’s fountain pen against parchment. You sat across from her, ostensibly helping her sort through case files, but your focus had long since drifted from the ink-stained papers to the woman herself.
"Your heart rate has increased significantly in the last five minutes," she remarked, her voice a calm, melodic anchor in the quiet room. Kyoko didn't look up, her gloved fingers turning a page with practiced precision. "Is the victim’s profile making you uneasy, or is there another variable I should consider?"
You felt a flush creep up your neck, the heat settling in your cheeks. You tried to pull your gaze back to the folder in front of you, but the way her lavender hair caught the dim lamplight made it impossible.
"Just tired, I guess," you lied, though you knew better than to think a lie would stick.
Kyoko finally looked up. Her violet eyes were piercing, seeing through the deflection with effortless ease. She didn't say a word; she simply set her pen down and stood, walking around the mahogany table until she stood directly behind your chair. The scent of lavender and something sharp, like ozone, enveloped you.
"You’re a poor liar," she whispered, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders. The weight of her touch, even through the leather of her gloves, made your breath hitch. "You’ve been fidgeting since we sat down. Your pupils are dilated, and you’re avoiding eye contact."
"Tell me what you’re thinking about. Use your words, not your nerves." She leaned down, her lips inches from your ear, her cool composure never wavering.
You gripped the edge of the table, your knuckles turning white. The power dynamic in the room had shifted instantly, leaving you feeling small and exposed under her clinical yet intense scrutiny.
"I… I find it hard to focus when you’re this close," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.
A ghost of a smile touched Kyoko’s lips—a rare, dangerous expression that sent a shiver down your spine. She moved her hand from your shoulder to your chin, tilting your head back so you were forced to look up at her. From this angle, she looked like an untouchable queen, dominant and entirely in control of the space between you.
"Is that so?" she murmured, her thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "I didn’t realize I was such a distraction. Perhaps I should give you something specific to focus on."
She didn't let go, her gaze locking onto yours with a gravity that made it impossible to move. You felt completely surrendered to her whim, a passenger to her steady, calculated intent. Kyoko leaned in a fraction more, her presence overwhelming.
"Don't look away," she commanded softly. "I want to see exactly how much of a distraction I can be."
Kyoko’s touch remained clinical yet devastatingly effective. She moved her hand from your chin to the nape of your neck, her gloved fingers tangling in your hair to keep your gaze fixed upward. The friction of the leather against your skin was a stark, sensory reminder of her boundaries—and her total authority over the situation.
"You’re trembling," she observed, her voice dropping to a low, velvety hum. "An involuntary physiological response. It’s fascinating how much your body betrays your thoughts before you even speak them."
She didn't wait for an answer. Kyoko pulled you upward, guiding you out of the chair and back against the heavy library table. The wood was cool against your thighs as she stepped into your space, her body pressing firmly against yours. The contrast was maddening: the sharp lines of her suit and the rigid discipline of her posture against your mounting desperation.
Her lips finally met yours, not with a tentative touch, but with the same decisive precision she applied to every investigation. It was a cold heat—firm, demanding, and thorough. When you tried to reach for her, she caught your wrists in one hand, pinning them against the table’s surface.
"Patience," she breathed against your mouth. "I haven't given you permission to move yet."
Kyoko moved her free hand down, the leather of her glove dragging slowly over the sensitive skin of your throat before disappearing beneath the hem of your clothes. Every touch was a calculation, a deliberate strike to find the exact points that made you gasp. She watched your face intently, cataloging every hitch in your breath and every flush of color on your chest.
As she worked, she stayed draped over you, her weight a grounding force. When she finally released your wrists, it wasn't to give you freedom, but to guide your hands to her shoulders, keeping you anchored to her. Her movements became more urgent, the clinical detachment cracking just enough to reveal a simmering hunger beneath the surface.
"You’ve been wanting this for a long time, haven't you?" she whispered, her teeth grazing the shell of your ear. "The mystery is solved. Now, we simply deal with the consequences."
The quiet of the library was replaced by the rhythmic sound of your shared breathing and the soft rustle of discarded layers. Kyoko remained the steady center of the storm, her eyes never leaving yours even as she pushed you toward the edge.
The silence of the library was fully dismantled, replaced by the wet, rhythmic friction of skin against leather and the jagged sound of your own gasps echoing off the high ceilings. Kyoko was a force of nature, her composure remaining eerily intact even as she drove her fingers you into the mahogany table, her free gloved hand gripping your hips with a bruising intensity that anchored you to her every movement.
Every time you tried to close your eyes, she was there, her violet gaze burning into yours.
"Look at me," she commanded, her voice strained but steady. "I want you to remember exactly who is doing this to you."
She moved with a calculated, relentless pace, finding the exact rhythm that made your head tilt back and your back arch off the table. Her gloved fingers traced patterns on your inner thighs, the rough texture of the leather heightening the sensitivity of your skin until you were sobbing her name. She didn't stop until you were completely undone, your body shaking with a release so violent it left you seeing stars, your fingers clutching desperately at the fabric of her blazer.
In the heavy, humid silence that followed, you lay there, weak-limbed and utterly exposed. Kyoko didn't immediately pull away. She leaned down, pressing a lingering, possessive kiss to the pulse point in your neck, watching as your breathing slowly leveled out. She looked down at you, her hair slightly disheveled for once, though her eyes had regained that sharp, analytical spark.
She reached out, the tip of her gloved finger tracing the curve of your bottom lip, which was still swollen from her kisses.
"Evaluation complete," she murmured, her voice vibrating with a dark, satisfied wit. "The data is conclusive. I believe the results were…highly satisfactory. Though, I think further testing will be required."
Kyoko x Reader - Cold Calculation
⋆˙⟡.ೃ࿔⋆ realized i've not written any girls yet, gotta fix that
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WARNINGS: sub!reader
gender neutral reader
The hotel room was sterile and anonymous, a temporary sanctuary far removed from the crushing weight of the past, yet Kyoko moved through it with the same surgical focus she had once applied to cold rooms and evidence lockers. The world outside was still recovering, but inside these four walls, her investigation had turned inward—specifically, toward the biological reality of the person sitting across from her.
She didn't approach you with the soft sentimentality one might expect from a lover; instead, she stood before you with her arms crossed, her lavender gaze sweeping over you as if she were reconstructing a timeline. She explained, in that steady, melodic monotone, that the stresses of their new lives had created variables she hadn't yet accounted for. She wanted to see how you functioned when the threat of death was replaced by the presence of her.
Her gloved fingers were cool as they unbuttoned your shirt, her eyes never leaving yours. She noted the goosebumps rising on your arms not as a sign of cold, but as a localized nervous system response to her proximity. When she finally pressed you back against the pillows, she didn't move with heat, but with a terrifyingly effective deliberateness.
She began to experiment with different textures—the friction of her leather gloves against your ribs, followed by the startling warmth of her bare palms once she slid them off. She watched your face with the intensity of an interrogator, waiting for the micro-expressions that betrayed your peak sensitivity. When you let out a strangled moan, she paused, her fingers hovering just above your skin.
"That particular vocalization coincided with a sharp increase in dermal temperature," she whispered, her voice a calm anchor in the fog of your rising heat. "Is it the unpredictability of the touch, or the specific location that triggered the release?"
The intimacy was stripped of its mystery and replaced with a profound, terrifying clarity. Kyoko was mapping you. She trailed her lips down the column of your throat, pausing to feel the frantic gallop of your pulse, her eyes half-lidded but still scanning, searching, recording. Every time you tried to pull her closer, she resisted just enough to maintain her vantage point, needing to see the way your muscles coiled and the way your eyes lost focus.
To her, your pleasure was a series of successful deductions. When she finally allowed the rhythm to quicken, she stayed poised above you, a silent observer of your undoing. She watched the way your hands gripped the sheets, calculating the force of your reflex, and when the end finally came for you, she leaned down to catch your ragged breath in her mouth. She held you there, pinned under the weight of her intellect and her body, waiting until the very last tremor subsided so she could accurately gauge the duration of your recovery. In the quiet that followed, she adjusted the blanket with a practiced hand, her expression unreadable but her eyes softened by the successful acquisition of the truth.
love triangle with kyoko & sayaka
pairing: kyoko kirigiri x gn!reader x sayaka maizono
tags: romantic rivalry, popular!sayaka vs. loner!kyoko
sayaka and kyoko are quite the opposites! sayaka is the cheerful and popular girl that everyone has their eyes on, while kyoko is quiet and keeps to herself most of the time
however, both girls ended up falling for you! and for both of them, it's pretty obvious that they have a thing for you!
after all, kyoko always prefers her alone time over the company of other's, but with you, she sticks around you, when she really doesn't have to
and the same goes for sayaka. she's always the one being chased by others, but now she's the one actively seeking out your company and always clinging to you!
neither of the girls is open enough to just confess their love to you right away. sayaka might pursue you, but she wants you to make a proper move on her, not to have to ask you out herself
but kyoko might be bold enough to confess to you, once she is close enough with you. and if kyoko where to confess her love to you, sayaka would have no other option but to confess to you as well, just to have a chance with you…
HI UM idont know if this is a bad request or not AND ITS COMPLETELY FINE IF U CANT DO IT butare you able to do reader x kyoko kirigiri where kyoko notices they sh and maybe comforts them about it?
AGAIN, its ok if u cant do my request, im pretty sure you dont have any rules to requesting so im not sure if this is bad or not...
It's totally okay, I'm fine with writing about this topic! And yeah I don't have any listed rules for requesting. Even if I don't ultimately take a request, it's usually just cause I don't have inspo for it, not that I have a problem with it ^^
Kyoko x Reader - Tending to Your Wounds
cw: self harm (act not described, only aftermath)
🎄 The Twelve Days of Yearnmas 🎄 - Gift Wrapping
Internet Findings: Day 5 with Kyoko! Girly needs some love for real 💔 [END SEARCH]
Wrapping paper set, tape was on hand, and a beautiful ribbon was at Kyoko's fingertips to use for a gorgeous gift.
At least, that was what Kyoko wanted to do with the things she had on hand for you. Life was ironic in the way it liked to mess with her, and anything she tried to do sometimes.
Here you sat in front of her, wrapping presents for the people you know with a practiced ease and your focus on the box in front of you. Normally she would ask who it was for, and if she could see it fully so you and her could talk about how much they'll love it, and some ideas for herself too. Right now though? She just couldn't wait to wrap your own gift, feeling her nerves eat at her as she wrapped presents for her own friends.
Her smile was ever so diligent on her face as she glanced up at you every once and a while, making sure that you're almost done or close to it, and to look at you and see how pretty you are. She could do both, and it helped her with some future gift ideas for yourself too!
And maybe it was also because she really liked to see you happy, her eyes softening with every glance.
"Hey, I'm sure they'll love it honey. You thought pretty hard on this." She gave you a reassuring glance, smile on her lips as she made sure you knew that it would be fine. She knew it would be, she's seen you work before like this, always so thoughtful. Something she truly admired about you actually. She went to humming as she helped you wrap, internally thankful that she could do this with you.
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Now. Finally you were gone.
You left a few minutes ago, her seeing you off with a kiss and a loving smile before she waved. She loves you, but gosh she couldn't wait to wrap your own present yet! She bolted to where she kept it, the trinket already safely in its box as she grabbed some wrapping paper.
Just enough for her to use, she unrolled some red wrapping paper, faint crimson sparkles on the thing as she cut out enough to wrap. She folded and taped it shut, grabbing a ribbon for flourish and a tag that read "To: My sunshine. From: Kyoko." penned in pretty nice handwriting actually.
She had her gift done for you, all she had to do was wait. She hoped you liked it, her face lighting up at the thought of your smile when you saw it.