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27. ISTP. Male. i love women. Fictional men have me on my knees

[toga-003]

Scarlet whispers, Blood remembers all ꩜ .ᐟ

ft: Toga, adult male, ISTP.

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[alwayssassydreamer]

Ink & Gunpowder Part 2

A/N: i really hope it doesn't suck too much bc I'm still sick but I wanted tompost it so badly 🙈 this this is the really not even the slightest bit necessary second part but I don't care i had "fun" writing it 😅 (gonna be honest I'm still debating with myself about a third "lighter" part but that's something for future me to decide 🤣)

Part 1

Plot: after you've been with Beckman for some time you saw a chance to run, you didn’t get far and Beck didn’t like your little stunt.

Warnings: modern AU, nsfw, Beckman is still mean, p in v, sex in front of a mirror, facesitting/oral (reader giving), cockwarming, Beck is really pissed that you tried to run, MDNI ⚠️🔞

Characters: Beckman x FReader

You didn’t know how long you had been here.

The windows stayed covered. Your phone was gone. But other than that Beckman made sure you had everything you needed or wanted, books, an old MP3 Player to listen to some music, your favorite shampoo, body lotion, snacks and tea, you didn’t ask how he knew about all of that because you remembered that he had been stalking you.

He even let you have some tiny liberties in letting you decide how long you wanted to sleep in the morning, when you wanted to shower (never alone though) or when you wanted to have dinner. There was only one thing Beckman never let you decide and that was when or more if, he let you cum.

But today, something was different.

He came into the bedroom after a phone call, cigarette dangling between his lips, holding something in his hand.

Something small and shiny, black leather, with a metal ring.

You froze.

Beckman smirked. “Thought it was time.”

You sat up slowly. “What the fuck is that?” you asked tense.

He tossed it onto the bed beside you. “Your collar.”

Your stomach churned. “I’m not a fucking dog—”

He was on you in two steps, gripping your jaw hard.

“No,” he snarled. “You’re mine and this, darling, is proof, this will remind you of where you truly belong.”

He flipped you over, face pressed to the mattress, one knee on your back as he buckled the collar tight around your throat. You choked not only on the pressure but also on the humiliation.

It was snug. The metal ring at the front jingled softly as you shook.

Beckman pressed his lips to your ear. “You belongto me now, no one else and you will see that I take good care of what is mine.”

He hauled you upright by the collar and dragged you naked into the living room. The windows were wide open for the first time since you had ended up here and you enjoyed the sunlight against your skin, eyes squinting slightly because of the sudden natural light before you panicked. “Someone could see or hear—!”

“Good,” he growled. “Let 'em see what happens to nosy little reporters, let 'em hear what it sounds like to be mine.”

He walked to the couch and undid his pants letting the drop to the floor before he sat down, spreading his legs wide, his cock already half hard, and yanked you onto his lap.

“Ride.”

You hesitated causing him to slap your ass hard.

“I said, ride.”

You sank down onto him slowly, painfully aware of the stretch, of how easily he filled you now. Your thighs trembled as you slid his cock into you, the collar tugging with every movement.

Beckman exhaled harshly, watching your body take him inch by inch.

“Fuckin' perfect,” he muttered. “You were tight when I took you the first time. Now look at you, it's like you were made for me.”

You couldn’t say anything just let out a gasp as you sank down completely hating how good it felt, hating how easily your body had adjusted to him.

He grabbed your hips and made you move. “You wanted to sit around, now you can do it on my cock. But to get it straight if you want to cum, you gotta work for it.”

You glared at him because you didn't just want to sit around you wanted, no you needed, to cum. You placed your hands on his shoulders nails digging into them as you bounced on him, each slap of your ass against his thighs echoing across the room. You felt the rush building, too fast, too strong. He was already brushing your clit with every grind.

“I—I’m gonna—”

“No.” he said firmly, gripping your throat and tightened the collar with a tug. “You don’t get to cum,” he said coldly. “Not until I say so. Not one fucking time, you know the rules.”

You whimpered, hips stuttering.

“And don’t think about slowing down now,” he threatened and you tensed before you moved more rhythmically again. “Beg, loud enough for everyone out there. Maybe the neighbors want to hear what a good girl sounds like.”

“P-Please—please, let me—!”

“Say you’re my dirty little girl.”

Your face burnt, you didn’t want to say that but he grabbed your hair and yanked your head back.

“Say it or I’ll fuck you right at the open window so everyone can hear and see you.” 

“I’m your dirty little girl,” you choked.

He groaned satisfied, cock twitching inside you. “That’s right. And when I say stop, you stop. When I say cum, you cream all over my cock. You got it?”

“Yes—yes, I got it—!”

He growled, slapping your ass again, before his thumb found ypur clit rubbing fast but unusally gently and that was worse than the rough ones. You felt the orgasm built up fast, back arching as you rode him faster, harder, nails now buried in his skin surely leaving marks but he just smirked. His low growls and grunts driving you even faster to the edge.

“Beckman — hngh — g-gonna — please,” you moaned shamelessly not caring if someone outside heard it.

“Good girl, now cum.”

That simple word broke you. The orgasm ripped out of you, white-hot and overwhelming, your whole body shaking against him as you sobbed, riding it out while he filled you again, moaning into your neck.

You collapsed against his chest, boneless, gasping, forehead resting against his shoulder as you caught your breath.

The collar jingled as he stroked your hair, holding you close against him, pressing a soft kiss against your temple. 

“See? Wasn’t so bad, was it?” he cooed and you just shook your head as he got off the couch with you in his arms and gently carried you over to the bed to lay you down. 

“Now rest again sweetheart,” he said with a smirk as his finger brushed over your collar. You looked up at him eyes half lidded, close to drifting off again. His own though were full of satisfaction, full of pride, full of possessiveness and underneath it all you thought you saw something else something you didn't want to accept and rather told yourself that you had imagined it because what you saw was something close to real feelings and that you were sure couldn't be.

Later on when you woke again you waited until he was in the shower.

The moment you heard the water run down you got up, carefully, barefooted and silent. The windows had been left cracked after you rode him on the couch. It wouldn’t be clean, and you wouldn’t get far you knew that. But the feeling of sunlight against your skin earlier that day ignited a need of fresh air, of sunshine against your skin of the world outside of this place. Even five seconds of freedom would be worth it you convinced yourself.

Your legs still trembled as you pulled on his shirt he left draped over the chair and quietly snuck to the front door.

But you didn’t make it past the hall.

A hand grabbed you from behind and slammed you back against the wall making the air squeeze out of your lungs.

“You little bitch.”

Beckman's voice wasn’t cold this time, it was furious. The towel wrapped around his waist hit the floor as he shoved you back inside naked and kicked the door shut behind you.

“You tried to run?” His voice cracked, low and snarling. “After everything I’ve done for you?”

You tried to speak but he didn’t let you.

He dragged you across the room like a ragdoll, threw you face-first onto the table, and yanked your arms behind your back and you felt something cold. Cuffs, metal ones. Tight and final.

“You wanted to escape, freedom,” he hissed in your ear. “but now all you get are consequences.”

And he gave them to you as he dragged you to a small room at the very back you hadn’t even known was there.

Inside was a huge mirror and he dragged you in front of it as you realized it was angled perfectly to reflect every ounce of shame.

You were pushed in front of it, his shirt ripped of you, hands cuffed, legs spread. Beckman stood behind you, cock already hard again, water still drying on his chest, hair still damp from the shower. The windows inside this room were wide open. 

“If I catch you looking away,” he said, “I’ll make you cum until you pass out.”

He pressed the head of his cock to your entrance and thrust in, hard.

You cried out, face flushed against the mirror, vision blurring with tears as he began to fuck you, harder than he ever had before. No patience. No rhythm. Just punishment.

“Running from me,” he growled. “After all I gave you, all I did for you, after all the liberties I granted you.”

The cuffs clinked with every thrust, your collar jingled and the mirror shook slightly. Your thighs were soaked, slick dripping down them with every brutal grind.

“You’re mine,” he hissed. “This body? Mine. This soul? Mine. And you will thank me for keeping you here.”

He continued reaching for the collar tracing his fingers over it as he slammed in again and again, until your knees nearly gave out.

Every time he felt you get close to your orgasm he pinched your clit so hard it shattered and instead making you flinch and cry out.

After you felt him fill you up he pulled out and you collapsed but before you could hit the ground he caught you and pulled you into him before he shoved you towards the table and pushed you on your back. He climbed onto the table and straddled your face.

“You like running? You wanted to feel fresh air around you. Then breathe from here.”

He lowered his hips and sat on your mouth. His weight pressed you into the wood, and his cock dragged across your lips until you were gasping, licking instinctively, to please him, to survive.

“Make me cum,” he panted his cock already twitching again. “Then I’ll decide if the punishment is over and you deserve to cum again. Or if you just sit here, cuffed and leaking until tomorrow.”

Your tongue worked frantically, tears spilling as he used your face like a throne, cock twitching between your lips while his breath shortened.

“Fuck—you’re perfect like this,” he grunted. “Serves you right. Think you can leave me? Think you’re smart enough to slip past me?”

Your tongue swirled around him as you bobbed your head until he finished on your tongue with a grunt, cock pulsing as his cum coated your mouth and chin. He didn’t let you up though, just watched as you coughed, drooled and swallowed around him.

Only then did he slowly pull out and got off you. You inhaled sharply before you fell off the table gasping, face a mess and feeling sore. 

He crouched beside you, grabbed your jaw and forced your gaze back to the mirror.

“Look,” he whispered. “That’s you after disobeying me. That's you forcing me to punish you,” he added sounding almost......disappointed and like he was sorry though you believed that your fucked out brain was just messing with you. But a tiny part of you believed that you saw that spark in his eyes again, the one you told yourself was just your mind playing a trick, the one that would mean he was feeling something beyond possession, control or dominance for you.

You sobbed softly as you looked at yourself in the mirror then at him and he kissed your temple affectionately, much to your surprise. You expected him to fuck you again and again but instead he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around you not unlocking the cuffs though.

He pulled you into his lap and carried you, trembling and soaked, to a chair in the corner of the room and slowly lowered you down right onto his cock with your wrists still bound behind you.

“You’re staying here today,” Beckman murmured, low against your ear, as you sat stuffed on his cock, straddling his lap, your body heavy and raw.

“Can’t trust you to walk around anymore. Not without a leash,” he muttered while adjusting the blanket around your shoulders surprisingly gentle, making sure you didn’t get cold. 

You wanted to cry and scream and kinda lean into him and thank him for that, you were sure your mind had been fucked senseless by now why would you want to thank him otherwise, but instead of saying anything you forced yourself to nod. 

You sat there, impaled on him, unable to squirm, unable to move, unable to escape. You felt every twitch of him inside you, every slow throb as he pulsed deep, keeping you stretched and hot.

He didn’t fuck you, no he just kept you there. 

Minutes passed, maybe even hours you didn’t know, and every time you begged to cum he looked down at you gripped your chin and denied you.

“Not yet,” he said casually, letting go of your chin and lighting another cigarette. “Gotta teach you a little more patience, after all I don’t think you deserve a reward, yet.”

You whimpered and grinded, desperate for friction causing him to smack your ass.

“I said patience, sweetheart,” he scolded a little firmer now.  

When you started to cry in need, he praised you. “That’s it. That’s my good fucking girl. Cry on my cock while I read the papers.”

Eventually, you broke again, sobbing, apologizing, grinding just to feel him twitch.

“Please—I can’t take it, please just fuck me—please—I’m sorry—I shouldn’t have run”

“You can take it,” he said softly, tilting your chin up. “I could have been a little nicer to you, rewarded you for behaving, if you hadn’t tried to run, now I have to discipline you, to make you understand that trying to run from me will lead to consequences, young lady,” he explained calmly while he rocked his hips slowly, painfully slowly, enough to make your heartbeat increase, your breath hitch and your walls clench but never enough to push you over it.

And as night fell you were still on him, still hot, still wet and still denied. 

But Beckman was starting to get hungry himself again and you could feel how hard he got inside you and so he fucked hard and fast up into you without any warning. 

You couldn’t hold on, the sudden movement, the pace, the roughness, it was all too much for you. After hours of enduring and having been kept on edge, your climax hit violently, wracking your entire body as you screamed into his shoulder, nails digging into his skin. He didn’t stop though he just kept going, holding you down, pounding into your soaked cunt until you were shaking uncontrollably.

You lost track of how many times you came.

By the time he finished inside you again you were nothing but a whimpering mess, stuffed full, stretched wide and mumbling his name like a broken prayer.

“Good girl,” he murmured into your throat, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin. “See how generous I can be when you behave.”

He lifted you up again and carried ypu to the mirror, making you watch as his cum leaked out of you and you felt heat rise up to your cheeks but he made it even worse because he spread you with his thumbs, watching his seed drip down your thighs

“Don’t be shy now sweetheart, you’re beautiful like this. This view.....I’m addicted to it,” he muttered. “Saw it once, couldn’t get it out of my fucking head, my seed, my mark.”

He wiped the mess with his fingers and then pushed them between your lips.

“You’re not a journalist anymore,” he said, voice low and calm. “You’re something much better, you’re mine now.”

A shiver ran down your spine as you tried to look away while you sucked on his fingers.

“Don’t look away, I want you to look at me and repeat it sweetheart, tell me you’re mine,” he whispered softly in your ear as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. 

“I-I’m yours” you stuttered, embarrassed, making him smirk satisfied before he told you to repeat it again and again until you said it more confidently and without embarrassment in your voice. 

He let out a slow, low chuckle, brushing a stray lock from your cheek. “That’s… better,” he murmured, voice softer now, almost tender. “Much better.”

He leaned back slightly and for the first time in a long while, he didn’t push you or demand anything. Instead, he just looked at you, as if memorizing every line of your face. “You’ve been through a lot… and I’ve been hard on you. I know that. But you’ve been doing so good now, that little stunt of yours where you tried to run, consider it forgiven and forgotten,” he suddenly said taking you by surprise.

Your chest tightened at the unexpected softness in his tone, the weight of the past nights still heavy on your skin. He leaned closer, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with the back of his fingers, his touch gentle yet still possessive.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt,” he murmured, his thumb tracing small circles over your skin. “Not by me, not by anyone. You’re mine… and I want to take care of you, in my own way.”

You swallowed, unsure how to feel. His hands lingered, not pressing or demanding, just… there. The intensity in his gaze hadn’t softened completely, he still held that undeniable claim over you but there was warmth beneath it, a rare flicker of something almost tender.

“I… I’m yours,” you whispered again, quieter this time, not out of fear, but because the words felt heavier, more true than before.

Beckman’s lips curved into the faintest of smiles not the smirk of a predator, but something that seemed almost private, meant only for you. He lowered his forehead to rest against yours, his breath warm on your cheek.

“You’ll get used to this… to me,” he said softly. “And maybe… you’ll like it. I can't get enough of you. Not just… like this.” His voice dropped lower, rawer, but not cruel. “But the real you, the one I got to observe. Every piece of you, even the parts that try to run. You are mine not because you are something to be owned but because you are someone that intrigues me, that mesmerizes me, that has me addicted.”

For the first time in days, maybe weeks, you didn’t know, you felt the edge of your fear ease. His obsession hadn’t vanished, it was still there, heavy and suffocating but now it was tempered with something like care. And as impossible as it felt, you allowed yourself to lean into it, letting him hold you close, feeling the slow, steady rhythm of his claim, the undeniable fact that… somehow, you were his. And maybe that glint in his eyes, that spark you thought you saw was more than just your imagination, maybe there was indeed something true and honest behind it and maybe even a man like him could feel something more for someone like you.

Taglist: @jintaka-hane @fleetadmiralsoffice @hakiofdreams @welcome-to-the-grandline @sailing-to-laugh-tale @legends-of-the-grandline @devilfruitdiaries @waannty (once again I'm just reminding you that if you want me to stop tagging you please tell me or if someone wants to get added)

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shoutout to those on lightmode... 💐

ㅡ subtop sugimoto saichi hcs.

- sugimoto saichi, dirty dream,,

- sugimoto saichi, pervy 7th reader,

p2 pervy 7th reader,,, frotting. ♡

sub ftm sugimoto,,, ftm reader . praise!

ㅡ shiraishi yoshitake, fem male reader

shiraishi yoshitake, dom ftm reader. frotting,,,

eating shiraishi yoshitake's ass,,,

ㅡ subtop tanigaki genjirou. bear...

tanigaki genjirou, dom male reader

tanigaki genjirou, sub male reader; loss of virginity...

— kiroranke, daddy kink ^^

kiroranke, sub chubby reader

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– ogata hyakunosuke

ogata, doctor? reader... kidnapping,,, erm.

alpha ogata,, omega reader,,,

dark!ogata, little brother!reader...

petplay,,,, sub reader

dom ogata, sub reader ;; dacryphilia, feminization,,,

ogata, ftm!reader;; omorashi...

- modern kidnapper ogata, captive reader...

modern ogata,, pseudocest roleplay.

modern bro ogata, icky rambles

— cowboy ogata rambles,,, dom reader.

sub ogata,,, dom reader, bite kink.

belly bulge,, feminization,, dom reader,

ftm!ogata, dom reader hcs

ogata, wraith reader hcs

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— mild yandere!fusatarou oosawa,, sub reader

fusatarou oosawa, aquaphilia?!

fusatarou oosawa, loyal vassal reader...

— kadokura,,, handjob!! dom reader

kadokura, dom tattooed reader...

kadokura,,,, erectile dysfunction... dom reader

— kirawus. scent kink,, dom reader

kirawus ; dom male reader, body worship ;3

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tsurumi, ogata, shiraishi, fusatarou with parental!gn reader,, hcs.

platonic!nikaidou, usami, koito,,, with reader who lied about his age hcs ;p

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━━━━━━ 7th division ;;

ftm!koito/ogata, pussslapping,, dom reader

yuusaku, dark!ogata,, sub bttm reader,,,

7th running a train on idiot reader,,,

– ;; dombot koito,, sub reader. aphrodisiacs,,,

koito, dom reader, dryhumping,,,

koito,,, ftm!reader. switches,, aphrodisiacs

subbot koito,,, dom reader. aphrodisiacs ( otter meat )

– ;; dom usami tokishige,,, aphrodisiacs.

usami tokishige,,, injured reader.. handjob.

usami tokishige, subtop reader; riding.

usami tokishige,,, dom reader.

– ;; nikaidou twins;; drugging.

kouhei's daydreams...

kouhei becomes readers first. loss of virginity...

kouhei, injured reader... drugged frotting .

kouhei, gn!reader rambles ;p

– ;; tsukishima hajime,, somnophilia. dom reader

yandere tsukishima, ftm!reader who's hair is similar to igogusa's...

tsukishima,,, sub? reader,, somnophilia. mounting whilst he pretends to sleep

mean tsukishima, ftm!sub reader. overstimulation

– ;; kikuta mokutarou,, dom reader

– ;; yuusaku, ftm!reader lewdness

yuusaku,,, yandere reader ♡

– ;; ariko rikimatsu, loss of virginity ♡

━━ ; tsurumi tokushirou

and the perfect soldier he cant keep his hands off of..!!

tsurumi,,, dryhumping his thigh.

; tsurumi, omorashi...!

- modern tsurumi, 'needy? reader ;; wants him to stay in bed,,

- modern! #1 donator tsurumi, camboy reader...

- camboy reader p2 ^^

- modern boss!tsurumi, eager to please subordinate.

tsurumi, ftm reader;; sleepy sex ,,

tsurumi, ftm reader who's similar to koito...

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[toga-003]

Virgin Ogata confirmed

Loser boy

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possible req for domtop ogata x ftm reader w dubcon and maybe some omo? you can go crazy for the rest I dont mind 🙂‍↕️

ogata hyakunosuke, sub ftm reader

possible answer? 🪼 dubcon, omorashi ;; you're inebriated. also a soldier. dldr

— "s-s'too much, o-ogaata..." whining soo pathetically while the wildcat has you spread open inbetween his legs - hands wandering. "ff-fuckin told you... i hafta go..." you squirm as if to get up - faltering as he drags a hand over ur lower belly,,, pressing experimentally with his other dipped beneath your waistband, slipping inbetween your thick folds with two fingers wrinkling,,,

ㅡ you don't feel like it right now…? then why aren't you resisting more?? ur kinda funny…

s'got a weird thing for humiliation, he found. makes something warm, pleasant unfurl in his abdomen when he sees tears prick your eyes at the mildest insult… it's funnier when you're drunk off your ass, trying to push him off while saying ‘not now, not now, i gotta pee,’ sounding halfassedly urgent… his favorite

"you were begging for more and now you're complaining i'm giving too much..." he sighs softly,

,,, the nerve you have,,, to say its too much. you should be lucky he's even sticking around - any other man in their right mind would push you away and say you've had too much to drink!!

but even so. ogata's nice for a brief moment... hushing you gently as you writhe and squeal, "shh, hush, it's okay, you're okay," he assured lowly, ever so soft as he presses hard with a mean smile, jostling you - weakened considerably considering how fucking sloshed you are, barely got any control over your body - just a curious guy, conducting an experiment with his fellow soldier who's way too malleable for his own good...!

nnd when you finally squirm, uncomfortable pressure exploding into warmth flooding your uniform pants? tears are in your eyes, writhing to be free from this total torment - because it feels good for a split second. he coos at you,,,

for ogata... seeing you like this, humiliated and piss-soaked, fat tears slipping down your cheeks, awakens something in him. it's not enough. he wants more,,, to witness you, this cute little soldier, even more in shambles -

unbuckling your belt with quick precision,,, easily brushing your hands off as they try to stall him,

"f-fuck, what're you doing?" you complained, grunting in annoyance at the fabric clinging to your thighs - barely getting off. this is all for him anyway...

"you don't wanna be sitting in your own mess, do you? what's the matter with you? i'm trying to help you," he breathes your name exasperatedly, playing this whole thing off like he's an angel merely helping you after you had a pretty gross accident. he watches with wavering patience, lips twitching into the smallest of smiles-!!

the way he handles you,,, if your grinding hips say anything, it's that you love the warmth of his callous heel carelessly grinding into your clit while pumping his fingers in, out - humping into his fingers like it's the last thing you're ever gonna do !! ever the eager whore, his personal bunny,,,

,,, "making a mess everywhere, soldier. don't you feel any shame?" rhythmic lil whimpers escaping the disgraced soldier as he glides his cock in all too easily, ready for use.

your heat, walls clamping down as if trying to force him out. "mmffuck, that's good." he grunts lowly in your ear, head swimming as he bottoms out; slotting in your cunt just right. isn't this what you wanna hear?? how good youre making him feel,,,

gross weirdo relishing in the way his plaything squeaks so pathetically like a hurt animal, trying to tilt your head away from his lips to no avail; trapped, yanked to plot on his cock like a good little bitch he's clearly training you to be??

ogata's got a mean streak,,, and a personal little punching bag!

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i know hes not on the list but could i request sum yuusaku hanazawa x virgin ftm reader…?

yuusaku hanazawa, ftm virgin reader

softboy x softboy... i had another idea but i scrapped it,,, ermm. i dunno where i was going with this one either. sorries (๑﹏๑//)

- everyone has a guilty pleasure. even noble, sinless yuusaku hanzawa ; the virginal flag-bearer who everyone looks up to.

hm. the only one who knows what's actually happening when he escorts you to the medical wing... the only one you trust so deeply - enough to tell why exactly you have to visit with the doctor.

the only one you're comfortable showering around, yknow? you're best friends !! what's a little bathing together?

yuusaku understands... he's so sweet it hurts. he understands. you can't help but tell him everything as he makes it so easy to confess. "i'm a virgin too. you think i should sell my pubes?" - "wh-wh-a!! no!!" - "woah, alright... yeah, you're right. with my bodies, it won't work."

... finding that you use humor to deflect. crying in his lap about the people you've killed. petting you to sleep when you can't. doesn't tease you... checking in on you daily... 2nd lieutenant clearly playing favorites. tch

but despite being so tightly knit... and being so honored to hold your secrets in the palm of his hands,, there's a bit of guilt, holding him back,,, there are some things he keeps to himself,, can't bring himself to tell you, his best friend - not even telling his dear elder brother! now that's something...

for, a certain string of thoughts that always pop up when he's thinking about you fondly... immoral. he probably shouldn't be daydreaming about your pussy and your little dick against his. but his thoughts are his own! even if they make him feel so guilty after...

;; can't even bring himself to look at you without his ears turning pink. being teased, even! "is it too hot for you, yuusaku?" pulling on his earlobe, grinning stupidly when he whines in protest ; "poor baby...! sensitive, much?" how sensitive are you, he wonders? so immoral. immoral. immoral !

;; as pure as he is - supposed to be? despite the guilt when you're merely talking to him, "yuusaku, can you help me with this? yuusaku? yuusaku!" - you're unbeknownst to his perversion. thinking about how you'd feel like against the heel of his hand... what you'd sound like when you're full of him. connected so romantically. wouldn't that be so romantic...? p-promising each other to be the other's first...!

weak to the thought. it's a wonder, how he manages to get through the day, when you're apart of his daily routine... and he can't hold back anymore. a mere brush of hands and he's hard. doesn't touch himself, though. it's so difficult...

but his thoughts are his own problems... god forbid he confide in you about them - that are the cause of you. you'd think he's weird!! but that'd be a normal reaction... but he doesn't want to scare you off. can't fathom the boner that grows along with the thought of you.

... but laying up in bed. he's supposed to be sleeping... fidgeting,,, but he's laying there, smiling all stupid and getting all giddy as he remembers every little instance of you touching, grazing him, talking to him that very day. it's like you just couldn't stay away. he's your safe space. butterflies fluttering in his tummy,,, and all that blood rushes between his thighs.

he gets hard. the very thing he's trying to avoid... but,,, he's a man...! he doesn't work himself away... no, that'd ruin his purity. o-or something... mmh. can't. can't do anything about it. how'd that even get there? playing fucking stupid, even though 'his thoughts are his own!' ; ; i-i was just thinking about my best buddy - my friend! he's so funny, so amazing - s-so handsome.,,, so...!

biting on his fingers to muffle his lewd little grunts... ,,, doesn't even know what he's doing til he's spasming from the aftershocks of his orgasm to the thought of you. and your sweet voice... and your comforting touch - your purity,, and y-your voice- he has to clean himself up. his poor pillow buried between his thighs and his pajama pants tented with a softening bulge. shamefully pink as he drags himself to the bathroom,,, poor little yuusaku. 

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[plotsignificanthaircut555]

Hii I've been a fan of your fics for a while, I followed you from three different blogs, anyway I'm hoping you're taking requests for kishibe because I am one of those kishibe fuckers😫

Anyway, I want somewhat of a pathetic kishibe since I love how you write for this old man when he's aware he's old and grizzled while his darling is still young and pretty

Smut of course if you cannnnn

Hello baby, it's here I did it. Thank you so much for this amazing request and for your patience. I'm sorry that it took me almost six months to complete. I really hope it was worth the wait, I absolutely LOVED writing it. Please enjoy, my angel, and thank you so much for being here. xxxxxxxxxxx -Doodle

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · Birthday Boy (Kishibe x Reader) · Inspired by the one and only @toga-003 who sent in a beautiful ask requesting some pathet

[privitivium]

I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE YOUR REQUESTS OPEN

Anyway I've been STARVED for any Kikuta content, I'll take literally any scraps you can manage with that hot old man, sub GN reader if you're comfortable with that please!!!

mokutarou kikuta, sub gn reader

veryy handsome... !! kyaa... ;; so true. thank u anon .. let me feed u some rambles... lewd rambles cw corruption... exhibition...

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kikuta wouldn't be one to shy away from affection in public... maybe. wouldn't initiate in public - but for the sake of teasing you...?! he'd take his time, getting you riled up - and when you just can't take it anymore, he makes sure to just to ask you what's wrong? you feel pretty warm. is the weather getting to you? loud enough to garner unwanted attention. your scathing look is ,,, amusing and arousing. ,,,

mr warrant officer initiates most contact anyway. a little kiss here and there, hand lingering lower than friendly...  often lingering when you're dealing with a patient. poor soldier boy and his medic... overused ! but how amazing is it to imagine kikuta melting as he's looked after in such manner by his crush turned lover?? being patched up by you...

and to give his thanks by holding you in his arms and peppering you in kisses and hickies. ignoring your concerned barks of 'careful! don't be so rough with yourself, i just re-bandaged your damn bandages!' trying not to give in... what if someone comes in? beating on his back carefully for him to calm down from loving on you-! inevitably, you give up.

a very sensual lover ,,, also jealous. playfully! he knows you're his, you know you're his... he knows he's yours... you know he's yours... you're just doing your job. and,,, flustering you til you can't comprehend anything more merely excites him,,, 

"you took so long, bandaging him up." kikuta breathed out gruffly as he enters. "it was only a scratch, and yet... you were taking absolutely forever making sure he was just fine, weren't you?" unbuttoning his uniform,,, sauntering his way over, already leaving you trembling. "it's as if you didn't want to see me..." he murmurs, low and teasing. "but that can't be the case. i know how badly you yearn for me." dipping his head into the crook of your neck when he's close enough; inhaling slow and deep,,,

- "isn't that right?" arms curling around your torso. groin pressed against where it matters most ,,, the heat swells. "i missed you..." 

dear warrant officer who's an impeccably huge fan of thighriding. dryhumping... or merely watching you touch yourself before getting to the good bit. how incredibly arousing it is to watch your lover fumble merely because of your gaze? kikuta prides himself in being so suave... just a glance and you're meltinggg !!! 

when ,,,nothing else matters when you're in his arms.,,, his worries, overhanging thoughts melt away as soon as you're near, embracing him; ; soothing him;,, pulling him closer inbetween your legs.

or being a noble, ,, i think he'd have so much fun with a noble lover. corrupting you... mocking your status while he's knuckle deep inside you, degrading you - "cute little thing. you like when older guys touch you like this or is it just me?" 'heheh' "poor sheltered sweetheart... don't worry, m' gonna show you how to feel good,,," til you're a spasming mess on his hands ,,, hmm.

whilst also being the utter sweetest, ,, giving you a little scarf as a brand of ownership that only he and yourself recognize. "what a lovely little scarf!" parents and friends alike coo. "ur taste is unmatched!" flusters you more than it should...,,, hm. ,,,

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[goldenchinpo]

WIP ogataaaa

[toga-003]

Virgin Ogata confirmed

Loser boy

[pjackk]

I dont want to smell your pussy badly but feel free to open yiour legs regardless

[zumazumazumazumazumazuma]

SHOWER AT NIGHT! doomgirl reader x ogata, sugimoto, shiraishi, tanigaki, tsurumi!

Ogata:

After seeing you sit in the living room for three minutes, you were either hungry or wanted to cook something because you were hungry or something else.

After thirty minutes, and you still not being in bed, sitting in the living room checking your armpits, he thought you wanted to shower. You usually never went more than a week.. or three.

Sugimoto:

You were too scared to shower?! You've been waiting, but you just can't seem to be awake at the right time. Asleep right before dawn and awake by dinnertime, it was your only way out, downing 7 red bulls and pulling an ""all nighter"" tomorrow to reset your schedule. Someone said. But you were too lazy to do it!

Sugimoto proposed to run a bath, but you waved off the idea. Taking a bath meant shower first. ugh, it was the whole reason this ordeal started. You were cold, so he wanted to run you a bath. But taking a shower before getting in was scary. And honestly night time baths were shit, too. Scary, the window was right above your head, pitch black!!

Shiraishi:

Eagerly dragging you towards the bathroom, the door shut with a hurry, while he stripped to get in with you as well.

Tanigaki:

Not a thing. Not a problem. If you're dating him, you two will be taking every shower together. I don't think Tanigaki is the type of someone to make advances, so reader has to be persistent. Dunno. Maybe he proposed to once and never stoppjd since. I have noclue, depicting him as anything other than stupid noodle is souring my palette.

tsurumi:

teacher student relationship. Sorry i don't make the rules! He does frequent house visits and makes sure you're well taken care of, as your family are very hands off with you. Even doing your skincare, at times. When your family aren't home, he proposes that you really need a wash. You said showering at night would be too scary, he understood but needed you washed.

[zumazumazumazumazumazuma]

He lies to your family, and tells you it's horrible they should look for you more. You're your mother's only daughter, after all. He said you remind him of his own kid.

You two went grocery shopping that day, he carried you even theugh you felt terrible about stinking up his back. He said he couldn't smell anything, and you had been too accustomed to the stench to notice. After you showered that night blasting music did you realise, coming back in your room that it smelled like cum, spit and death.

[zumazumazumazumazumazuma]

He brought you to a hotel!

[zumazumazumazumazumazuma]

you two started dating after he caught you mid suicide attempt and made you hurl all your medication. Twe fingers down your throat, he forced (encouraged) you to drink some water, but wouldn't let up the cup even after you had your fill. Then, after you had way too much he held your face steady and gagged the fuck out of you.

Three stringy knuckles, covered in thick mucus and the bed wet, you cried heavily after wretching (gag reflex) as he cleaned you up, taking you out to the bathroom while he fixed the bed. Bedsheets pulled out, he brought them over to the washing machine, and stripped both of you covered in fizzy stomach acid to take a wash together. His hands were warm and the water outrageously so, or maybe you were cold. Leaning against the wall was all you could do, and he dressed you after as well.

[yansoftie]

could i request some yandere hc for ogata from golden kamuy please? thank you!! ur writing is amazing ( ´ ꒳ `)ﾉ

(LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-) GK REQUEST GK REQUEST anon i am FOAMING at the mouth THaNK YOu

Yandere!Ogata

He doesn’t understand his own feelings for you at first. His interest in you gradually grows over a period of time, probably at least a month. 

He just doesn’t get it. Why him. Why now. Why you. 

He’s trying to put a blame on something as if it’ll help him. The questions don’t actually matter.

It takes him a long time to come to terms with it, even when things start to get “out of hand”.

He watches you. Observes admires you. Like you’re an animal or something someone special.

When he watches stalks you, he’s always near. He could be watching you from the top of stairs, still as a statue. Or he could be sitting on the large branch of a tree while you and the others sit by the campfire. You feel his gaze burrow into you uncomfortably. 

He used to distance himself from you in a literal sense (like he does with everybody), though he finds himself lingering closer and closer into your personal space, feeling comfort in your presence.

It doesn’t comfort you, that’s for sure. He stands so close you can feel his body heat radiating off him, featherlight breath on the hairs of your neck. It sends a shiver down your spine.

Nobody is ever going to threaten or flirt with you again. Any negative attention is shot down with an unusually cold glare, as if they’re a bug under his boot.

It’s not like his typical smug remarks. It’s like he’s taken it personally instead of you.

Almost all of your interactions with him make you feel awkward.

Behind closed doors he finally lets out his feelings by himself. He has to lay down from the sheer pressure of the thought of being in love, hands gripping the heart of his chest like some drama queen. He’ll be panting at the thought of being with you!

He’d never hurt you. He just can’t bring himself to do it. All he can manage is vague, empty threats. It upsets him almost, like a child almost.

It’s a different story for you though. His threats may be empty but his rifle isn’t! :)

He wants you to care for him. He wants you to want to protect him (sorry it’s hard to word). He wants you to hold him close and comfort him when he needs it most. He wants to have it all, but he knows he must do the same for you. He needs you to know his love.

Thoughts of you cloud his mind. It’s mostly incomprehensible, but the one thing he can make out is you.

He smiles at you when nobody, including you, is looking. It can be described as sickeningly sweet. He’s never felt so much for somebody, especially love! It’s exhilarating to know you’re so close (in the same group) all the time! He wants to deny it but it feels so good!

If he betrays your group (likely sugimoto’s) he will find a way to drag you with him into whatever next team he joins. He likes to think of it as “If you’re unfamiliar with them, you’ll have him as something that’s still the same”

In this scenario, he’ll become way more openly clingy. You’re basically a hostage to be honest. Most of the time he’ll have an arm around you, just to feel you. You’re with him, in his arms, by his side. 

He goes back to being pretty smug but to you he's... nice?? Bashful almost??

He’s never been so close before (except for when he hovered RIGHT THERE). It feels amazing. Comforting. Reassuring. 

It feels like home.

[jojobaimagines]

Thanks for the food👁️👁️

[jojobaimagines]

Ogata scenario where he realizes his live interest isn't able to get herself off after she snaps at everyone in the group and he follows her back to her tent where she's masturbating

Hello! I'm not doing scenarios, i'm not good at them and they take a toll on me. I will, however, make some headcanons for this. Also sorry if it's too ooc, i just don't think Ogata would enter his love interest's tent, i think he would just leave them be. But let's say he does for the sake of these headcanons(?

Ogata Hyakunosuke x reader

LEMON AHEAD!

-He really doesn't know why you snapped at everyone on the first place, but it sure amused him to see the expression of everyone after you yelled.

-Everyone is going to their respective tents to get some sleep. Ogata, being the cat he is, is usually the last to go to bed.

-But he can't help but feel curiosity has he saw your tent was the only with a dim light coming from it, as well as your voice whispering what sounded like curses.

-He is curious. What could you be doing up so late? You went to your tent so early and yet you are still awake and angry?

-You two weren't the closest, but you already got used to him showing up behind you or close to you without a warning. So much that he didn't think it was much big of a deal when he quietly opened your tent to get inside.

-And oh boy, was he surprised when he found you laying on your back, legs open wide with your hand on your sex.

-Immediately looking up, you feel the blood leave your body the moment you see Ogata giving you a deadpan look, as if you were not totally exposed to him right now.

-'E-excuse me?!' You say, incredulously, as you reach to cover your shame with whatever you can grab.

-He looks at you with such an intensity that it makes you shiver. And you could feel a sudden change of mood from him, as he reached to uncover your body.

-Smiling slowly, he crawls on top of you, like a predator cornering his prey.

-'So this is why you were angry at everyone for? You just were horny?' you were a mix of angry, scared, humilliated and extremely horny. You got the cause of your sexual frustation right on top of you.

-You were stiff, waiting for him to make a move. But he kept still, hovering over you. Watching you. If you wanted him to do something, you had to tell him.

-'Just fuck me already,' you bluntly tell him, after some awkward minutes.

-He grins, making you even more embarrassed, but wastes no time in starting to touch you, feeling your entrance with his calloused fingers. Your hole spasmed at the sudden touch, and he licks his finger, as he procceeds to put it inside of you.

-You tried to muffle your moans as best as you could, as he added more fingers and more intensity. You couldn't believe how good he was at fingering.

-As creepy as it sounds, he just looked at ypur expressions with an amused grin, not a sound coming from him save from a random 'huh' when he hit a certain spot.

-But as you move your leg, you can feel his hardened cock through his pants. You tried to get up to get his pants off, but he just pushes you down. 'Im not done yet' he tells you with a raspy voice.

-And he will get you off, and even give you oral, getting you almost reaching your climax and suddendly stopping. He does this several times, making you cry in need and overstimulation.

-'Please-' you cry, your tears falling over your pretty cheeks as Ogata enjoys the show you are giving him. 'Please what?' he stops again before you can finish.

-'Please make me cum-' you say as his tongue hits that spot, making you finish all over his face.

-Not giving you time to stop quivering from the high, he opens your legs again and starts taking his pants off.

-'Let's see if you feel as good as you taste,'

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-Lettuce