#sugimoto x female reader

[kkachi-rkcl]

WIP Excerpt (my fave bit is under the cut)

Fandom: Golden Kamuy

Ship: Ogata X female!Reader

Context: You are a doctor for the 7th division and were in charge of Ogata’s recovery after his fight with Sugimoto. The two of you are on the run after being discovered as traitors to Lt. Tsurumi

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“Ogata,” you say again, pairing it with some light taps on his arm. He stirs this time. His head lolls lazily to the side to blink at you through half-lidded eyes. “Dawn is breaking. We should get moving soon.” His hair is slightly mussed where it rubbed against the tree trunk. You resist the urge to reach out and fix it.

You watch closely as he yawns, looking for any signs of pain. You think his jaw quivers slightly as it stretches, and this time your hand reaches out before you can stop yourself. He blinks when your fingers touch his cheek, his eyes snapping over to watch you, but he makes no further move to stop you or move away.

“How does it feel?” you ask. Your fingers trace down the scar and gently palpate along his jawbone.

“It’s fine.” You wait to see if he will elaborate. He doesn’t. Of course.

You move to crouch between his legs and take his face in both hands, turning his head this way and that, inspecting your handiwork. In the cool light of dawn, you can see more clearly than when you rendezvoused last night. His bruises had faded weeks ago, leaving only the barest trace of swelling lingering around the fresh pink scar lines. It was easy to forget when he was shrouded in bandages, but Ogata really does have an excellent jawline.

“You’re rather bold for a woman alone in the wilderness,” Ogata says flatly, his voice vibrating through your fingertips as they drift down the muscles of his neck.

“I’m not alone. I’m with you.” Your eyes drift back up to meet his, deep pools of inky black.

“You know what I mean.” His hand comes up to your knee, eyes boring into yours all the while as his fingers move slowly along your thigh.

You repress the shiver that threatens to run down your spine. “Ogata Hyakunosuke. I have brought you back from the brink of death, cold and naked on an operating table. My fingers have been within your flesh while you were at your most vulnerable, and the marks of my touch will stay with you forever.” Your fingers trace his collarbones as you lean closer, and your lips ghost over the scars you created. “I am not afraid of you, and if you wanted to do the same to me, I would let you.”

His hands have drifted all the way to your hips and stop there, unmoving. His pulse is steady beneath your lips and you can’t help but smile as you nip his neck. The sniper’s composure is truly admirable. “But,” you add, pulling back to land a quick peck on his nose, “the time and place could probably be better.”

Ogata scoffs, but lets his hands slip off your hips as you stand up and walk over to your pack. He smooths his hair back with a smirk and it’s not long before the two of you are on your way again, your shadows shrinking behind you as you continue east.

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Author’s Note: I probably haven’t written reader insert fic in 15 years, but this feral cat boy has given me toxoplasmosis and the brainworms ate my cringe filter.

[ryokaidesu]

★ 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥 ★

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★ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟑𝟏𝟔 ★

Greetings people of Golden Kamuy community, 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐮 here. As we know, the time of festivities, mind's and soul's relaxation and productivity (of some) is over. Studies are calling.

But no! No need for sudden disappointment nor irritation! We are still here and still have many plans. Yet, I have no idea which shall be prioritised. And so, I prepared this overview of what lies ahead. For who or what? For You to pick and give me a sign – “Yes, yes that!”.

I’ll post those that will get the most votes after each other in a span of days. So, yes, I’ll go for the % as that is the most logical way to do.

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SFW ALPHABET

Easily, we all understand (also already saw) how these are done by hand of mine. Here are characters that were not posted yet and are on ‘to write’ list: Yuusaku, Tanigaki, Tsurumi.

SFW POSTS

Here is a small mixture of my works I planned: 'Golden Kamuy men and cooking' (2, 3, …) of which was posted the first part – ★. Modern AU of Usami and Ogata as roommates (could be divided to parts, headcanons or be one long story).

NSFW ALPHABET

Same as SFW alphabets, except for every letter being tied to my headcanons of erotic and sexual topics. As always, minors do NOT interact with me nor this blog, please and thank You. Characters for NSFW alphabet: Vasily, Sugimoto, Ogata, Usami.

NSFW POSTS

And here, I actually have writings in progress or almost finished. ‘Usami The Katana Devil’ which is Usami x Male!Reader about katanas, fighting and – of course – sexual matters. ‘Nikaidou brothers and Their filthy gossips’ which is on the other hand Them x Female!Reader that delivers not only gossips and rumors, but also some shaming and sex. Lastly, ‘Golden Kamuy men and Period’ part 3. ★

[sin-of-jess]

Sugimoto Saichi

With Golden Kamuy being my second favorite anime of all time, I decided to get my writing going again with my favorite man!

Type: Smut

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No one in the group expected the bridge to collapse, except Asirpa of course, whose warning fell onto deaf ears. Being the most prepared for the inevitable she was able to grab onto the edge of the rubble and climb back onto the side of the rushing river. I was the closest one to Sugimoto, and therefore it was my waist he had grabbed before grabbing at the overhang of a huge bush. It nearly gave way to the sudden weight, but Sugimoto was able to pull the pair up onto the bank of the river. The pair were heaving, Sugimoto even heavier thanks to the exertion of energy it took to pull them. Up a small hill to the left was the edge of a roof, and I silently hoped whoever was in there would be kind enough to let us dry off.

"W-where are we going?" Sugimoto mumbled out through blue-tinted lips. It was still weeks away until spring, and the harsh, cold winds were making it feel as it would never come. I could barely feel Sugimoto's drenched jacket on my fingers as I feebly gripped it to guide him, "There's a ho-house over the-ere. W-we need to g-get warm." I struggled out.   It wasn't too far away, and the busted fish rack made it safe to assume a fisherman lived here. Sugimoto took the lead, opening the door and poking his head in, "Hello? Anyone here?" He asked with silence as the only answer. I push him in gently, and it's safe to assume with the dust and lack of personal items that this place had been long abandoned.   I grab an overturned chair and toss it into the firepit in the middle of the room, now looking around for anything that could fill in the open parts of the chair and effectively burn. "Hurry and help me find things to burn!" Sugimoto rushes over to a trunk and pulls up the lid, rifling around and grabbing any loose papers and other burnable items.   Between the two of us, we find enough flammable items to stuff under the chair and light. Sugimoto starts to undress and I blush as I grip the fabric around my neck, flustered at what I knew I needed to do. Sugimoto looks in my direction as he grips the latch on his belt, "You'll get sick in those, lay your clothes over there to dry." He tells me, voice kind as he knows why I'm being hesitant, and decides to turn fully away to finish undressing. Taking my heavy kimono off wasn't the hard part, it was the thin fabric that protected my decency that felt impossible to remove. As many times as I fantasized about removing my clothes in front of the ex-soldier near me, this moment felt far more awkward than I could imagine. I could hear shuffling, and I looked over my shoulder to see Sugimoto had sat with feet planted dangerously close to the pit, his knees bent as he leaned forward and between his legs to warm his hands on the fire, "Modesty won't keep you from dying of hypothermia," He warned me, and I sighed deeply as I let the fabric drop from my body. It felt 10x more awkward to bend over to situate it so that my clothes would dry evenly, but I couldn't tell if the redness on his cheeks was from the cold or a blush. I sat a few inches from the still shivering man, but we might as well have been touching skin with how nervous I felt. I felt delirious with excitement and shame, but I let my body do its thing as I scootched closer to the still-shaking man. He looks over at me curiously, and I awkwardly smile back at him. "Being closer will help warm me-uh us, warm-up." I nervously stuttered back.   He followed suit and shifted so that he could wrap his arm around my shoulder and bring me to his side. It was my turn to look at him curiously, and he almost mimics my previous statement, "It'll warm us up faster." It had to be the delirium, cause I could swear his gaze was lustful. When his gaze turns to my lips and he licks his own my stomach twists, was I really going to push the boundary of our friendship? "Y/N..." The way he says my name sends a shiver down my spine and I lean up to him, excitement flooding through me when he leans in to meet my lips with his. He quickly wraps his other arm around me to bring me in, my hand sliding up his head so I can slide my fingers through his wet hair. He dips me slightly, hovering over me as our bodies come closer together. Eventually, my back hits the cool floor and I wrap both my arms around his neck as he moves between my legs. His lips leave mine as he peppered kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I let out a breathless moan when he lingers on my collarbone, his hands massaging my hips as he made his way down. He focused on my chest for only a moment, kissing around my nipple before latching his lips onto the hardened bud. He keeps one hand on my left breast as his lips and now tongue travel past my navel and closer to my pubic mound.   My breathe hitches at the sensation, squirming in anticipation over what was to come. He pauses at my slit for only a moment before sliding his tongue between my folds and giving me a long lick. I shamelessly moan, dropping my arm over my eyes as Sugimoto devours me. I never had someone focus so hard on pleasing me and I can only moan out his name as he alternates between sucking my clit and shoving his tongue as deep into my pussy as he can. He's ravenous as he eats me out, like a starved man at the buffet reserved for an Emperor.   I've never felt an orgasm like this, and I desperately grip his hair as I wail out. He doesn't slow, following me as my hips jerk and spasm from the pleasure. As I come down from my high I tug at him, "Sugimoto, please," I whimper out to him, surprised at my own taste as he catches my lips with a kiss. I can feel his cock bounce off my thigh and my pussy clenches. I reach down and grip him, pleasantly surprised at the soft moan that comes from him when I pump him. He leans his hips down and I move to guide him, my breathe bated as I feel the tip of the head push inside me.   He slides into me and stills, asking if I'm okay. I grip his shoulders and groan out a yes, whining in pleasure as he slides out and pushes in again. Confidence grows as he starts at a steady pace, my breathless moans and my back arching encouraging him. He props himself with his arm beside my head, his other arm wrapping around my leg at the knee to pull my legs apart more.   The new angle has him hitting just the right spot and my grip on his shoulders tighten, my hips slamming back into his as I chase the high of cumming again. He adjusts the both of us so that he can crane his neck down and slip my nipple in his mouth, leaning into the wet touch as he swirls his tongue around. "Please, I'm close Sugimoto..." I speak out, gripping his hair and pulling him back to my face for a kiss.   As he covers my face with open mouth kisses he thrusts faster, letting himself fall into the pleasure as small moans slip out. To hear such a strong and dangerous man moan so weakly into my ear was enough to guide me over the edge again; to stay in this exact moment would be eternal bliss. He finally releases my leg to grab my ass, pushing deep inside me in a way no one had ever done.   It was as if we were floating in the sky as my final orgasm ripped through me, eyes rolling into the back of my head as my body shakes uncontrollably. Sugimoto moans out my name as his hips snap before stilling, filling me with his warmth.   He keeps himself propped up as we both breathe deeply in an attempt to catch our breath. Sugimoto sits up enough for us to lock eyes, and we both smile softly at each other. Just as he opens his mouth to say something, we hear a voice. "Look, maybe they're in there!" We could hear Shiraishi say. Our eyes widen, and we scramble over to our still half-damp clothes. My kimono barely concealed me when the group busted into the room. "Warmth!" Shiraishi shrieks, diving towards the fire that was starting to crumble as the wood turns into ash. Suddenly the man tilts his head slightly as he sniffs the air, cocking a curious brow at us. Sugimoto gave a look that even Shiraishi could read that meant 'kept your damn mouth shut.' He gulps and looks back at the fire, and Sugimoto lets his face soften as he glances his way at me once more with a smile he'd never given me before.

[shizuka-jo]

Masterlist

Part 1

Erina Pendleton

A Crush?

Runaway with me

Part 2

Lisa Lisa

Introducing Girlfriend to her son Joseph

A Crush?

Patching up her girlfriend

Suzi Q

Thorns wrapping around the moon

Secret Admirer 

A Crush?

Part 3

Mariah

Part 4

Aya Tsuji

Make A Choice

Aya Tsuji x Female Reader (Stranger Things scenario) 

Yukako Yamagishi

Warmth

A Crush?

Night In

“Betty” (Song fic)

Reimi Sugimoto

Twinkling Lights

Shizuka Joestar

Just Visiting

Part 5

Trish Una

Part 6

Jolyne Cujoh

Soulmates

Unfinished Jolyne idea (Zeppeli reader)

Hermès Costello

Sound of Love

The Stars for Her Eyes

Foo Fighters

Part 7

Hot Pants

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

DRABBLE Stolen my heart (yandere Joker/Akira Kusuru x female reader)

just a drabble i did awhile back

The phantom thefts, one of the biggest conspiracies of the year. They were a group of people that were slowly ridding Japan of the corrupt. Having a website to submit requests, similar to that of a hitman page. All you had to do was tell them who needed to be confronted and the rest was pretty simple, they would confess their sins and would pay for them and at the moment you really needed that.

You see, your parents were filthy rich millionaires and they would often leave you alone for weeks on end. They saw you as a mere trophy child, so you had to be tutored every day on-top of all your school work. You parents had thought they had left you with a more then capable tutor, Kai Sugimoto but that wasn't the case, he was a perversed man who blackmailed you into doing all sorts of lewd and depraved acts. So you made your request and just waited for the Phantom thieves too bring justice to him.

🃏🃏🃏

"Hey (y/n) what's wrong?" You heard a voice say as they rested a hand on your shoulder. You look behind you to see who it was, Akira Kusuru. One of the smartest students in your class. You couldn't help but lighten up a little as you saw his silver eyes giving you a comforting look.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a little tired that's all" you responded as you gave him a small smile. "Have you heard about the Phantom thieves?" You asked him. "Of course I have, who hasn't. They're the vigilantes that this world has been in need of" he replied. "So I guess your a big supporter of their cause?" You said. "Yeah..." He sheepishly replied. "What do you think of them?" He asked you. "I believe they are doing a great favour for society" you responded.

🃏🃏🃏

You had talked to each other throughout the day. Talking about almost ever topic that clicked in your minds but you just couldn't help but become absolutely mesmerised by him. His wavy black hair, his steel silver eyes that were framed behind a pair of stylish glasses and his soft fair skin.

"Hey Kusuru..." You mumbled, he turned to look at you. "Just call me Akira" he said "Sorry..." You apologized. "Akira, could you... Help me with studying for the next history test after school tomorrow" you shyly asked. "Yeah, no problem" he cheerfully replied.

🃏🃏🃏

On the train while drinking your warm morning beverage you checked the news as your Tudor had failed to appear yesterday, had the Phantom thieves acted that quickly?

You read through the news feed before a headline made your heart skip a beat.

35 year old man, Kai Sugimoto found dead.

You instantly tapped on it and the full story came up.

35 year old Kai Sugimoto was found dead at his house early this morning at 4:57am. Death is gun related incident. A letter was also found at the scene.

'no second chance, justice has been served' was written along with the symbol of the the mysterious Phantom Thieves.

Some are coming to the conclusion that this case is a mock case while others see this a new side to the so called vigilante group.

Future reports will be here on TokyoTv.com.jp

Your blood went cold, did this have something to do with your request. Had you gone a mock website. You began to feel nauseous so you began to head home. Your Phone beeped and you picked it up. A message from an unknown number.

?: I'm so sorry that I couldn't have helped you sooner my dearest (y/n) but don't worry he's gotten what he deserved.

Hope to see you soon

~Joker

🃏🃏🃏

As night came you couldn't stop thinking about what happened. As you layed in bed watching the hours of the night tick into early morning anxiety pulsates through your body but ever so slowly did you start to doze off.

Just as you had almost completely drifted off you felt something land on your bed. You woke up to see a masked man in a long coat ontop of you. Your natural reactions caused you to kick and scream as tears streamed down your face. "Hush now my beautiful, I won't hurt you" he cooed as he wiped your tears with his gloved hand. "Who... Who are you?" You cried. "Joker" he said before passionately kissing you. "But you may know me by my other alias" he continued before he started to kiss your neck. "What do you want from me" you murmured.

"You've stolen my heart, and I am under your control"

[tristonrichardson32-blog]

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The Feminist Counterpublic.

In my entry, I will examine the critical question: Find an artifact of a counterpublic: Why/How is it a counterpublic? What is its rhetorical message? How is it empowering or limiting?

To investigate these questions I examined an article as a rhetorical artifact from The Lancet titled “Feminism is for everybody”. This article is empowering for females and helps readers understand the goals of feminism, giving readers a view into a world of equality. The feminist movement tries to change the unfair treatment that women everywhere face, facing off against a predominantly male status quo and creates a public sphere free from the female oppression in the dominant public sphere.

In The Lancet’s article “Feminism is for Everybody” Feminism’s mission is explored thoroughly, using a powerful excerpt from Bell Hook’s book Ain't I a Woman: Black Women and Feminism to set the tone for the article. The excerpt explained what feminism is trying to accomplish, saying  “To be ‘feminist’ in any authentic sense of the term is to want for all people, female and male, liberation from sexist role patterns, domination, and oppression.” (Hooks, 1)  This article goes on to further explore why feminism should be a more universal philosophy, one that gives compelling arguments about the benefits of gender equality. The Lancet also goes into detail about the problems that feminism works against, problems that have existed in society for many years. Problems like experiencing discrimination and gender-based violence in scientific and medical fields, even when studies prove that diverse and inclusive teams lead to better science and more successful results. “Feminism is for Everybody” highlights important pillars of feminism, and shows that feminism can benefit society as a whole, not just for one gender.

The feminist movement had to develop a counter-public to build a common identity in its public sphere. In Rita Feliski’s book, “Beyond Feminist Aesthetics” she explores the need for a new public sphere for feminism, the new feminist public sphere would be one that doesn’t include the male normative standards of the outdated dominant public sphere. This article helps answer how feminism is a counterpublic, on page 166 of Feliskis article she writes about the feminist public sphere that  “They seek to define themselves against the homogenizing and universalizing logic of the global megaculture of modern mass communication as a debased psuedopublic sphere, and to voice and articulate oppositional values which the “culture industry” fails to address.” (Feliski, 166) The feminist counterpublic rose out of necessity in opposition of the gender-based restrictions in the dominant public sphere, creating an equal platform for discourse. This counterpublic works towards empowering women who face oppression, fighting to give equal opportunities for public discussion, work, and improvements in day to day life. 

My artifact resonates with Feliskis writing about how a counterpublic rises in opposition to systematic oppression, The Lancet’s article touches on this when they mention the need for an institutional change of the dominant public sphere in order to achieve the long-lasting results that the feminist counterpublic strives for.  The Lancet’s argument was strengthened when they wrote “it is now commonplace for organizations to make public statements valuing diversity . . . Yet, all too often, such programs locate the source of the problem and hence the solution . . . they often fail to engage with broader features of systems that disproportionately privilege men.” (The Lancet, 6) This problem is complicit with the mega culture that gives men advantages over women in the dominant public sphere, for there to be long-lasting changes for the equality of women there must be changes to the broader systems at play that unfairly privilege men over women.

The feminist counterpublic is empowering because equal footing in the public sphere gives more power to women around the world. The male dominant public sphere provides unfair advantages to men, but the advantages of equality in our society far outweigh the advantages that are given to men. This is illustrated by The Lancet’s article when they write about a study done by Cassidy Sugimoto, that shows that “more diverse and inclusive teams lead to better science and more successful organizations” (The Lancet, 5) When everyone is given the same opportunities the brightest minds will not be just men, but people of every gender and this diversity will help advance the world without the hindrance that comes with sexist viewpoints.

Jeffery Wimmer of the international encyclopedia of political communication furthers the importance of counterpublics and how they can change the social norms for the better with his article on counterpublics writing that “ Research shows that counterpublics can be regarded as important agents for social and political change as they raise and articulate political, economical, cultural, or social issues in a critical way.” (Wimmer, 2) The feminist counterpublic acts as an important agent of change in society as a whole and works towards critically evaluating and changing the issue of inequality based on gender. 

In conclusion, the feminist movement is a counterpublic because it works towards removing restrictions for women that are inherently present in the male-dominated public sphere. The rhetorical message given by the Lancet is one that tries to portray how unnecessarily detrimental gender inequality is and how the feminist counterpublic can improve society as a whole all the while giving women the equality that they deserve as human beings. 

Works Cited.

Communication Theory, Volume 10, Issue 4, 1 November 2000, Pages 424–446, https://doi.org/10.1111/j.1468-2885.2000.tb00201.x

Felski, Rita. Beyond Feminist Aesthetics: Feminist Literature and Social Change. Harvard University Press, 1989.

“Feminism Is for Everyone.” The Lancet, 9 Feb. 2019, www.thelancet.com/journals/lancet/article/PIIS0140-6736(19)30239-9/fulltext. 

Hooks, Bell. Ain't I a Woman: Black Women and Feminism. Routledge, Taylor & Francis Group, 2015.