RULES FOR REQUESTING

I welcome any fluff, NSFW, angst requests, you name it! I am especially a sucker for hurt/comfort! I am ok with some darker topics. If that sounds vague, it’s because it is meant to be! I haven’t fully decided (aside from what’s listed below) what I will and won’t write for. I will update this post as time goes on. If you are unsure about your request, just send it in anyway! As long as you remain polite, there is nothing wrong with trying.

I will NOT write anything relating to SH, EDs, cheating, or inappropriate prompts relating to children/animals. No incest/pedo. I think that is a given, though it doesn’t hurt to be 100% clear.

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- Can be extremely jealous and bitter about certain people that take your attention off of him for too long. However, he doesn’t go out of his way to do anything to ‘eliminate the competition’... It’s less because he would care about others perceiving him as a freak, and more because he knows it would be stupid to try and  isolate you. He isn’t ridiculous enough to think you would be content with living in such a way. And he would die seeing you sad.

- But if there is someone you begin to grow distant from and/or weary of, that he happened to not be particularly fond of anyway, you can bet he is the first to enable shit-talking them and cutting them from your life. You can always make better friends!

- Overall he is very intense in relationships. About his feelings, planning for the future with you, romantic gestures… He can tone it down a bit if you ask him to, but it’s generally impossible to not feel it anyway. He does not know how to be any other way and wouldn’t want to be. He is blunt about his feelings and intentions with you, never shying away from what it is that he wants.

- He never would do anything to intentionally hurt or upset you, and if he does, he is genuinely sorry and learns from his mistakes. That being said, he won’t deny that it does something to him when you’re frustrated and scolding him a little…

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- He will be whatever you want him to be, and he will do whatever you need him to do. He loves seeing you happy, and adores seeing you overwhelmed by pleasure.

- If you want him to be rough and mean, Usami will edge you for hours. He’ll tease you endlessly and go agonizingly slow before he picks up the pace. He would bite you, spit in your mouth, and go so fast you’re left breathless.

- He would make a game out of it, wanting to see how you struggle against him and try to slip out from his grasp even though his strength renders it impossible. There are always established safe words and rules set; it is still important to him that you’re in on the fantasy and having fun.

- If you’d rather he be gentle and sweet, he can do that too. You’ll be sitting on his lap, and he will take his time making out with you, getting you worked up and needy for him. When you’re like this, he will still tease a bit, but not for too long.

- If you have times where you’d prefer to be the one in charge, he has no objections! This is where he makes up for missing out on being scolded by you. Since he doesn’t want to lose you by intentionally upsetting you and sabotaging the relationship just because he finds it hot when you chew him out, the trade-off appears in your sex life. Whether it’s through roleplay or plainly degrading him, he loves it when your words cut deep and you remind him of his place.

- Loves being on his knees for you and giving you head. He’ll beg you to let him do it, and he’ll jerk himself off at the same time. Wants you to squeeze your thighs around his head/force him into you further so you can grind against him more.

- Loves when you feel him up and grope all around his body. He likes your fingers tracing along his muscles, your teeth biting digging into his shoulders, nails dragging along his back, and if you wear it, seeing your lipstick stain his dick when you suck him off.

- Down for it whenever, wherever. He would crawl into your skin if he could. Insatiable and could go as long as you want him to or until he passes out from exhaustion.

- Once you’ve explained your troubles to him, he’s more than likely going to try and take action. Even if you’ve already tried a bunch of stuff and told him that…

- He would have some tea brewed for you before bed, and would insist you drink it, thinking maybe you just need to be relaxed more. He would offer to rub your shoulders, draw you a bath before bed, idfk hire someone to come play the piano for you to fall asleep to??? dude ANYTHING to make sleep come easier.

- He’ll accept if nothing works, but at least he can’t say he didn’t try! Thats his excuse for annoying you with a bunch of bullshit you already knew wouldnt work

- The morning after a rough night, he will insist you stay in bed. He will go about and take care of everything that he needs to, also offering to take on anything that you needed to have done that day as well. He just wants you to try and rest a bit longer.

- If you insist you can get up and also go about your day, he won’t argue. It’s not that he wants to annoy you by trying a bunch of stuff, Koito’s just a worry wart and hates seeing you so tired. He would freak if he saw you struggling to function. Would pass out if you passed out. Empath or whatever

HYAKUNOSUKE OGATA

- You can’t sleep? He can. Goodnight.

- Nvm he can’t

- Can’t offer much advice given that he also struggles, sooooo at least you’ll be in it together…!

- Will tangle his arms and legs with yours whenever you two can’t sleep. You two have become the human pretzel, together. You’ll lay there and have a staring contest until either the sun comes up or you both, miraculously, pass out.

- Obviously Ogata isn’t much of a talker, but on nights like these he would just softly mumble on about nothing in particular to fill in the silence. It’s the only thing he can think of that might help you ease up a bit, and he just likes talking to you like this; when laying closely together in the dark brings about a special intimacy, as if it hides any shame or doubts he had.

- Whether you get up and go about whenever you’re having trouble sleeping or you stay in bed, he’ll be right by your side without complaint. He will trail behind you for whatever.

- This applies as well for if you’re gonna nap during the day. He will lay down with you and also nap. You guys are soooo fucked you’re never fixing your sleep schedule

VASILY PAVLICHENKO

- Vasily has a solid sleep schedule and habits, how nice it must be….

- Probably reads before bed. He would have those granny reading glasses…. So he would read to you before bed! Again, just to keep you company and maybe ease your mind that’s racing a million miles an hour. Not a magic fix, but it’s the thought that counts.

- You probably will outlast him and he will fall asleep first. Because of this Vasily will always insist you at least lie down with him, even if you’re not going to be tired. He says being up and about won’t do you any better, so you might as well wind down with him.

- Another nap enabler. He’s not gonna force you to be awake, if you’re sleepy go sleep!

- Also because you’re asleep during the day then, he would take that opportunity to draw you. because I said so.

- not in a creepy way shhh but cmon he’s the drawing guy that’s like the ONE thing we know about him I had to write it in somehow

SAICHI SUGIMOTO

- Sugimoto would get it, he also has nights where he can’t sleep for shit.

- He would be a light sleeper and probably could sense when you haven’t turned in for the night/if you’re just tossing and turning a lot.

- When he notices, he’s immediately up and saying you guys should move around to dispel whatever energy is keeping you up. Even if it’s just dancing around your room, he says you just need to tire yourself out.

- If you’re up for it, he will suggest the two of you go out on a walk. Might be chilly out, but you have each other, and it would be so lovely and quiet outside. Impromptu little stargazing date!

- The next day he is going to be tired, and he’ll know you’re having it worse. So even if you want to get up and going early, he will wrestle you back to lay down with him for longer.

KIRAWUS

- By himself, he would be another phenomenal sleep scheduler haver. How do they do it

- But if you can’t sleep he can’t sleep :(

-Might have some handy home remedies to help you, probably will go around and get whatever advice he can to help you sleep.

- Takes as many preventative measures as possible, will make sure you’re in bed beside him and trying to wind down, also will try to ease your stress in any way he can if that’s a contributing factor to your restlessness.

- He would want to be awake with you. If you really are having a rough night, he always says you should wake him up! He promises he doesn’t mind, and he just wants to be able to keep you company if there’s too much on your mind or if you’re just lonely and miss him too much.

- NO NAP ZONE!! you’re making it worse!! He will feel bad but he will try to cheer you on and say you can do it, no napping and you’ll sleep like a baby tonight!! When it doesn’t work the guilt will eat him alive

- Insatiable. Down for whatever, whenever, I don’t see him really caring much about time and place.

- Enjoys mutual masturbation, he likes having you watch him. Especially when you get shy and he ends has to force your gaze onto him

- Would like to chase you, and watch you struggle against him a bit, but he would never actually rough you up. Unless you asked him to, and even then he will hold back a bit.

- When it comes to roughing him up, he wouldn’t want you to restrain yourself. Absolute hypocrite in that regard, but he believes he’s tough enough and could handle whatever you give him no problem.

- Would enjoy having his hair pulled, especially when he’s going down on you.

- When it comes to oral sex I don’t think he has a preference. If you don’t have one either, it will be an even split again. One of you would go first and the other would return the favor.

- Also very skilled with his hands. His hands don’t cramp or get tired easily, so he can pump them inside you for as long as you’d want/need.

- Given what we see of his personality, he defaults to teasing you. It’s nothing super mean (sometimes), but he likes seeing you frustrated, he thinks it’s cute.

- He is more of a talker. Not much, but more so than he lets out any moans/groaning. As mentioned before, he is always teasing you, asking how good you feel, and what it is that you want him to do to you.

- Ogata is able to maintain a pretty level volume. When he’s close he will breath really heavily in your ear, and his words won’t come out as easily, but he’s never super loud.

- He does like when you’re loud though! It boosts his ego when you can’t control your volume.

- Doesn’t praise you, ever really. He never pays you any compliments and won’t say anything encouraging during/after sex.

- If you ever ask him why, whether it’s because you simply noticed it and are curious, or because it bothered you, he would just say he thought those sorts of things were obvious. That you’re beautiful/doing great/feel good. He thinks it’s obvious and therefore doesn’t feel the need to rehash what you surely already know. this fucking guy ohhhhhh my godddd

- Prefers any position where you’re on your back and he can contort you how he likes. He will press his weight into you, and force you to maintain eye contact.

- If you ever want to be on top, good luck. This is where you’ll need to absolutely give it your all and wrestle him for it. He’ll relent eventually once he feels you’ve earned it, or gets tired. I think this guy just likes being beat up

- Prefers to finish inside, wherever that may be. If you don’t like that he’s fine with doing it on your stomach.

- He is capable of having soft, normal sex, but the circumstances of which that kind of thing would happen would just have to be very special. It’s not that he doesn’t have strong feelings for you or deeply cherish you, he’s just not used to articulating himself like that.

Truly, there was no solid answer you could give anyone as to why you were drawn towards Ogata.

When you first met him, you believed he was simply a man of few words. But soon you would realize that whenever he did choose to speak up, he was incredibly callous.

He was handsome, but the interactions he held with others would be so foul, it made you question why he was even there in the first place.

Your ability to keep your mouth shut was the only reason you hadn’t been on the receiving end of his insults.

He would recognize this, too. Seeing you weren’t going to criticize or cast doubts onto him, it was only natural that he would stay beside you, where he wouldn’t be bothered.

It wasn’t all bad, and he would show you he was capable of being polite. He would be gracious enough to tell you to move out of the way when he went to fire—opposed to Sugimoto, who he would never tell to duck, as he wouldn’t mind actually shooting him.

After a few occasions where you had tended to a couple of injuries he received, interactions did increase slightly between the two of you.

He would look over his shoulder to call your name and make sure you were keeping up alright, and didn’t seem to resent the idea of being paired up with you during one of the many wild goose chases of tattooed inmates.

It wasn’t enough for you.

One night of heavy drinking is the only reason the two of you crossed the line from ‘acquaintances’ to ‘acquaintances with benefits’.

Shiraishi, in classic fashion, spent the last of his money on a large bottle of sake. Everyone was drinking, so you joined in as to not feel left out.

Nothing good comes about when alcohol is involved. Being drunk only makes you want things you can’t have even more.

It only made your heart ache for the man plaguing your mind even more.

Whether he had felt it too, or was just pent up, he made no objections when you sat close and pressed your breasts to his arm.

Of course you made none when he followed you back to your room.

…Thus began your arrangement.

He would often sneak into your room, ravage you, and then slink back to wherever he came in from.

The way his body would move against yours, how he always made sure your release was reached—how could you not fall deeper into this pit you’ve dug?

Sometimes you couldn’t help but hope he would stay a little longer. You loved having him come undone above you—but you wished for him in ways that were beyond just being a body in your bed.

You wanted him fully.

At some point Sugimoto must’ve noticed what was happening. He wasn’t stupid—despite what Ogata might tell you. He could see what was happening.

Of course he warned you. Sugimoto’s distrust wasn’t without reason.

But you are a grown woman. And unfortunately, not the kind of woman that’s known to heed any warnings.

You truly think there is something worth loving?

Not once had Ogata ever kissed you. He might’ve pressed his open mouth to your jaw a few times, and perhaps he’s bitten your shoulder here and there as well…

But he’s never embraced you in the way lovers would. You’ve accepted that maybe it wouldn’t happen for a while.

It will be worth it, you tell yourself.

Sometimes, he would tell you tidbits about himself—his first hunting rifle, how old he was when he first joined the army, and when he had left. He never elaborated too much on his time during it.

It wasn’t much, but you swore it was the most you’ve heard him talk.

You would give anything to hear more of that voice.

Maybe you had begun to scratch the surface. Maybe this was his way of showing he trusted you, and that in his own strange way, that he cared about you.

Don’t cross the bridge until you come to it.

One night, he told you about his mother. A beautiful, regal woman.

One that had lost her mind at the hands of love.

He didn’t share much, just that she passed away when he was little. How his father never showed to her funeral, either. How he resented his father never once acknowledging him as a son.

He murmured something about missing a fundamental piece of himself; that the lack of love caused him to be this way.

No one loved him.

You don’t think Ogata is the kind to weep, ever. Especially not in front of another person. But for a moment he looked truly vulnerable.

Maybe you were just seeing what you wanted to see.

Against your better judgement, you had moved to hold him.

The embrace wasn’t the part he seemed to resent.

It was the three dreadful words you whispered.

It had been months since the two of you had began this arrangement. It had been months since he started telling you about himself, and asking about your past as well.

Recently, you had seen him smile for the first time after he managed to shoot down a few birds that Asirpa had said he wouldn’t be able to.

Albeit it was a smile out of pure smugness... But what a wonderful sight it was. And now, it was burned into your mind.

The face he made as he pulled away wasn’t one of disgust, but it wasn’t an expression you’d want to see from someone you had grown to love.

He looked to the floor, his expression blank.

Maybe you should’ve been wiser.

Ogata has had his slight cold streaks with you before of course, that’s just how he is.

But the night after you told him you loved him, he really pulled away. He gave you the cold shoulder for a while, not sparing you as much as a glance.

Like when you had first met.

It’s like you had just become one of the ghosts that haunt him.

He knew of your desire to stand beside him and perhaps cherish him, but he denied you any chance.

Maybe one of the best things about Ogata is that he is able to act indifferent to many things. He is a master of not caring and being unbothered. He is a professional at ignoring things.

You know this.

So to your relief, he eventually came back again.

But to your dismay, not to give any further discussion on what happened that night.

…And he reeked of alcohol.

You should have seen this coming.

Like a cat, pawing at your clothes, dragging his tongue along your neck…

He truly was just going to brush over and ignore what happened.

You didn’t hate him, you could never. Despite your heart aching, you try to tell yourself it doesn’t matter.

What does matter right now is the man between your legs, with the collar of his shirt clenched between his teeth. It serves to silence his groans, and to lift up the fabric just enough so you can see his hands tugging at his length.

Your shirt had been pushed up, exposing the soft skin of your stomach to him. He relished in seeing you beneath him, so vulnerable.

Something he would never allow himself to be.

His jaw goes slack, the collar of his shirt falling back down to his neck. His fingers release their firm grip around his cock, moving to remove his shirt. He figures it’ll be better to do so now, rather than later.

Resuming the slow pumping with one hand, his other hooks around the waistband of the fabric that hides your lower half from him.

You lift your hips to help him slide off your underwear, despite your mind protesting.

At least he could make you feel good, right?

Ogata took the liberty of sliding his blunt tip against your folds, mixing your fluids together and coating the rest of his length. He held your hips loosely with both hands, tilting his head back and groaning a little at the sensation.

He looked delicious like this—brows furrowed, chest heaving, as his hips slowly grinded his dick up and down against you.

He was beautiful.

He murmurs your name under his breath, his left hand gliding across your stomach and reaching beneath your shirt to squeeze your breast.

He gazes down at you. His fingers move to pinch your nipple, and he flashes you a small grin when you flinch. He lets his head fall back in pleasure once more, and you feel his length throb against you.

Something about those voids staring into you makes you feel like you’ll be sick.

You want to be happy that he’s here with you. But you simply can’t. You were a wreck, and whatever this is, is not sustainable.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, surprisingly him slightly. Without meeting his eyes, you softly speak, “Ogata, I’m not in the mood.”

He halts his ministrations, tilting his head back towards you and giving you a face that you can’t quite read.

“What do you mean you’re not in the mood?” He looks down at where your bodies most intimate areas touch, but aren’t fully connected yet.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Look at you,” he mutters breathlessly, and you can smell the alcohol coming from him as he does.

He leans on top of you more, pulling his hips back a little, lining his blunt tip with your opening. You feel him begin to push through the muscle, your face contorting into a bit of pain.

You twist your hips away a little, or as much as you can given he’s between them, and place your fingertips on his abdomen. Your knees squeeze his sides a bit in an attempt to ward him off.

He flicks his head up again, and you swear you can see a vein popping from his forehead.

The bewildered, unimpressed glare doesn’t surprise you in the slightest.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously, Ogata.”

He backs up a bit, but his hands haven’t given up their spot on your hips just yet. “You’re just saying that to piss me off.” He looks down at you, with his face returning to its usual half-lidded, emotionless gaze.

You sigh, unsure of what to even say to that. You lay back down, another frustrated huff escaping your throat because of the situation, and because your elbows were growing sore from digging into the mattress.

He assumes that perhaps that’s his signal to continue.

He moves one hand to wrap around his dick again, tapping it against your slit, resuming his groping with the other. “I haven’t done anything,” he says, his tone flat.

You let out a laugh of sheer disbelief.

While your mind is stuck in bewilderment at his sheer audacity, your body isn’t exactly supporting the stance you’re trying to take. It takes a lot of effort to not buck your hips into him.

You can’t do this. You can’t think like this.

You swat at his hand that’s started rubbing circles on your clit. “I told you to stop that.”

You were being so difficult in this moment. It frustrated him more than anything.

Why can’t you just let him do this for the two of you?

He relented though, stopping and fully straightening his spine to sit upright.

“Why?”

The question irritates you greatly. You don’t know if he’s trying to get a rise out of you or if he genuinely sees nothing wrong at all with how he’s acted.

The words don’t seem like they’re able to come to you at all in this moment. As much as you want to tell him why, there is a small voice of doubt that is slowly tripling in size.

Maybe this was the dumbest thing you could’ve done. To go this route and act like your labor would bear any fruit. That the man who’s decided his fate long before he even gave himself an honest shot, would listen to anything you had to say about loving him.

“I thought you wanted this.” He says in an unusually small voice, his eyes trailing off to the side.

“…I thought you were okay with this.”

Something about his tone crushes you. But you’re not sure how to read into it, and if you should at all.

You stare at the ceiling above you, eyes tracing the lines of each wooden plank. “I thought I was too.”

He removes himself from between your legs, and you hear the rustling of him redressing for a moment.

You turn your head to see him standing by the door.

With his arms stiff at his side, he looks like a child who’s been scolded. Unsure, unmoving…

It looks like he wants to say something, mouth opening and closing for a moment, before audibly clicking shut.

He turns on his heel, and doesn’t say anything as he slides your door open, nor does he look back as he steps out and gently closes it once more.

The room is agonizingly quiet, and you wonder if you should’ve just kept your mouth shut. Just like you had when you first met.

Another part of you thinks it wouldn’t have eased the aching feeling of longing for someone who is hellbent on not letting you in.

Your feelings would have only grown stronger, you try to reason with yourself. You would have only grown fonder of him, his touch, and his smell.

‘It doesn’t matter now,’ you think to yourself as you tug the covers back over your body.

-

The blood rushing to his dick was immediate, of course. The feeling of your tongue slipping against his, the moans you let out, and your body pressed close to him—it was all too much. You were doing this to him.

Your fingers creep up under his uniform jacket, splaying across his abdomen. He’s warm to the touch, shuddering a bit when you begin tracing along his hip bones.

You swear you can hear him whimper.

“Take this off, please...” You say in a sickeningly sweet voice, tugging at the clothing that obscures your view of his toned torso.

He breaks away and removes his jacket and shirt with so much fervor, you almost want to laugh at how cute he is when nervous.

“Please touch me.” He mumbles, his gaze casted off to the side. His tone is pathetic, the tips of his ears are bright red, and his brows are furrowed, face twitching because of his desperation.

Your fingers reclaim their spot on his abdomen, and slowly, you push him to where his back is braced against the wall. You trace along his abs up to his pectorals, taking your sweet time feeling up the hard muscle until you move back down to his waistband.

“Otonoshin, tell me, what do you want?”

He whimpers, “Your hand,” He helplessly bucks his hips towards where your fingertips ghost over him. “M-make me come with your hand…”

He almost cringes with how desperate he sounds, begging for you to jerk him off, but a different part of him realizes he is in way too deep to start being embarrassed by how he sounds.

It’s a good enough answer for you, anyway.