#tsurumi tokushirou x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

blondeboyfriend · 10 months

Text

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Tokushirō Tsurumi x f!reader [ SYNOPSIS ] Your obsessive crush on your father's subordinate drives you to the depths of moral degeneracy. [ WORD COUNT ] 3.2k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, y/n has yandere tendencies, alcohol, dubcon (sex under the influence; y/n gets him drunk), blackmail, age gap, I made up some random military officials, size kink, exhibitionism, oral sex (m receiving).

Lieutenant Tokushirō Tsurumi had been in your sights for a while, a marvelous distraction running circles around your head. He was a catalyst for your madness. Before he entered your life you were even-keeled and level headed. Your placidity was prized amongst your family. You held little to no interest in older men, especially the ones your father, a flag officer, associated with. You favored ones your own age, the kind with bright smiles and a youthful glint in their eyes.

But the Lieutenant changed everything. He came into your life and demolished any semblance of sense you held dear. You were possessed, overwhelmed by lust that for so long lay dormant in the depths. Anytime your father mentioned having company over you eagerly demanded to know if Lieutenant Tsurumi would be coming.

“Father, will he—”

“Yes, yes,” your father said, his tone bristling with irritation. “Don’t bother him like you did last time. It’s distasteful. And I doubt the man wants you to talk his ear off again.”

“I won’t,” you replied.

You fully intended on doing so. No one was going to get in your way. In fact you were going to amplify your distasteful behavior by getting the Lieutenant a gift. You knew he had a sweet tooth as he mentioned it to you in the past. You would never forget his affinity for red bean paste.

Monaka. That was what you’d get him. You grabbed your coat and quietly made your way to the front door. Immediately your father pounced on you.

“You are not going anywhere.”

“Can’t I please go for a walk? That’s all I’m going to do. I promise,” you said with pleading eyes.

He stared at you, eyes sharp like when he ordered around his subordinates; it was a standoff. You were undeterred though. You were unwavering, intending to win.

Your father sighed. “I want you back here in a half an hour.”

“Of course, of course. I would never want to disappoint you.”

He was so easy to trick. His faith in you wasn’t unfounded. For so long you were the ideal, dutiful daughter. He didn’t realize how degraded you had become, how your mind had morphed into a lecherous beast.

Getting the monaka went off without a hitch. The box was small enough to be concealed in your clothes and your father was none the wiser. The rest of the day crawled by, leaving you vibrating with anticipation. When you finally heard a knock at the door you nearly vomited, your excitement getting the best of you.

“Good evening, Lieutenant Tsurumi,” you said upon opening the door.

He looked stunning in the gloaming’s soft, rosy light. You didn’t bother greeting the other men which elicited a loud groan from your father.

“Good evening to you too,” he said with a smile as they all entered.

You were plagued with dismay when your father told you to busy yourself as he and his guests were going to have a private discussion. You lingered in the hall outside the sitting room like a wanton ghost. The monaka was burning a hole in your pocket. Your patience was nowhere to be found. You needed to see the Lieutenant. You needed to get close enough to take a whiff of his sleek, raven hair. You needed to stare at his fingers and imagine what they’d feel like curved inside you. You needed to dig your claws into him, drag him away, and ravish him. You would remain a mess until then.

It was all too much to bear so you locked yourself away in your room and fingered yourself until your soul had settled. You laid in bed in somewhat of a daze. The sound of boisterous laughter brought you out of it and on your feet.

The door to the sitting room was open and the stench of alcohol permeated the rest of the house.

“May I come in?” you asked coyly, holding your hands behind your back.

“Yes!” your father exclaimed. “Come in, come in!”

He was drunk off his ass. And it seemed everyone else was if their pink cheeks and sweaty visages were anything to go by. Though suspiciously Lieutenant Tsurumi was spared these afflictions. You took a seat next to him. He didn’t even smell like alcohol.

“And how is my luh—lovely, stupendous daughter?” your father slurred.

“She’s fine last time I heard,” you replied. The men erupted into laughter.

“My, my. How you’ve grown,” said a man with starved eyes. “I remember when you were this big.” He let his hand hover above the floor.

Your mouth filled with saliva. He sounded so creepy.

“You remember Captain Akimoto, don’t you?” your father asked.

“I don’t sadly,” you said apologetically.

“Well you must remember me,” said the other mystery man.

“Yes! Of course I remember you! How could I forget? You’re my favorite out of all my father’s associates.”

“Really?”

“No. I’m sorry. I can’t remember you either.”

Again, an eruption of laughter. Drunks were so easily entertained.

The conversation they were having couldn’t have been more boring. Your father’s dealings were never of much interest.

Thankfully you were more than happy to stare at the Lieutenant and imagine what your wedding would be like. It didn’t take him long to notice your dreamy gaze. Your father got up to show Captain Akimoto and the other stooge his shiny new Type 26 revolver that he kept in his office. It was then that Lieutenant Tsurumi addressed you.

“Do I have something on my face?” he asked with a smile.

“No, but I have something to give you.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

You patted yourself down and felt nothing. You must have dropped it in your room when you hastily undressed. The box was probably on the floor, waiting to be found.

“Uh. I think it’s in my room actually,” you muttered.

You stood to go get it and a brilliant idea struck you. It was a longshot, but your desire made you confident.

“I’d hate to leave you alone in here. Why don’t you come with me?”

“I shouldn’t,” he said demurely.

“You should though.”

“It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“I don’t want to be a bad hostess. My mother always said, ‘Never leave a guest unattended.’”

“Your father is the host.”

You found yourself getting frustrated with him, a new development. You wanted to slap him for being so difficult, but refrained. You wanted the first touch to be him cupping your face in his hands while you kissed him.

“And last time I checked you weren’t a mere extension of him.”

“You’re right. I’m not. But I still wish you would come with me,” you said with a little pout. “Wouldn’t that be more enjoyable than me telling my father you’re a liar?”

He was unphased. “I don’t know what you mean by that.”

“He doesn’t like to waste his whiskey, you know? It’s expensive.”

Lieutenant Tsurumi narrowed his eyes. “I’m not follo—”

“He won’t even let me look at the bottle. Me, his own daughter that he loves and trusts more than anything. That’s how important it is to him.” You looked down at the Lieutenant. “If he finds out you haven't been drinking it, he’ll be so offended. Forget him ever respecting you again,” you said, tacking on a little laugh.

“What makes you so sure I haven’t been drinking?”

“Your complexion is too even. Everyone else looks like they have a fever. And you don’t smell like alcohol… More like a field of poppies.”

Silence enveloped the room.

“My father hates liars. And he’s very vindictive. If you value your career, you’ll come.”

He studied your face. It made you nervous to be examined so closely, but there was something pleasing about having his eyes on you. It made your skin feel electric.

“Can I ask what you have for me?”

“You’ll see,” you said, grabbing a hold of his wrist.

You led him into your room. He didn’t seem uncomfortable, but you knew he was on edge. Your drunk father was down the hall and he certainly wouldn’t appreciate an older man in his daughter’s bedroom.

The box of monaka was on the floor near your bed just like you were suspecting, but you needed more time with him. This was a once in a lifetime moment; you couldn’t afford to screw it up.

“Now let’s see if I can remember where I put it,” you said.

“You can always give it to me another time.”

You wanted to hurl something at him. His attempts to get away from you grew more tiresome by the moment. You wanted him around, but you also wanted him to shut up.

As you continued your faux search you noticed the bottle of imo shōchū you kept tucked away for special occasions which was essentially anytime you were bored in your room. Seeing it gave you the perfect idea.

“You know,” you began, looking over your shoulder at Lieutenant Tsurumi, “my father’s pretty perceptive. Even if I do keep your secret, he’ll probably find out.”

“What makes you so sure?”

You had no idea.

“He has his ways,” you replied, grabbing the shōchū. You turned to face him. “Why not have a—”

“Your resolve is impressive, but I would rather your father hold me in contempt for wasting his whiskey than finding me drunk in his daughter’s bedroom.”

He made his way to the door, but you rushed and slid between him and the exit.

“Just have one drink with me,” you said, hoping you didn’t sound too unhinged. It was becoming impossible to control yourself. “One drink, I give you your gift, and you’re free.”

“I—”

“Pleeeease?” you interrupted. You masked your frustration with sweetness.

He let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. One drink.”

His reluctant participation filled you with inexpressible joy. You began to walk forward, urging him deeper into your room away from the door.

“I don’t have any glasses though so I’m going to have to get creative serving you.”

As he walked backwards he bumped into your bed.

“Take a seat,” you purred.

The look of resignation on his face disappointed you. In your fantasies he was eager, begging to be at your will. But the reality was vastly different. He took a seat, and it became clear he was just going through the motions. You heard your father belch and start telling one of his long-winded stories. The pressure to rush through everything evaporated.

You crawled into the Lieutenant’s lap, straddling him. “Open your mouth.”

His body was tense, his muscles made of stone. You wanted him to relax and getting him drunk would be the most effective way. He’d probably be more cheery, maybe even flirtatious. As your mind went wild dreaming up outcomes, you opened the bottle and poured it into his mouth.

He coughed. “What did you get me anyway?”

You had almost forgotten about it. You took a swig from the bottle of shōchū.

“Oh. Uh. Monaka. I remember you saying you liked anko,” you said shyly, wiping your lips.

He opened his mouth unprompted and you gave him more.

“If you hate them, don’t tell me. My pathetic, little heart won’t be able to take it.”

“I’ll be sure to leave you out when I go complain to everyone about how revolting they were.”

You rocked your hips, rubbing your bare cunt against his lap. His eyes were flat, not even a hint of light. He wasn’t going to fully break anytime soon and it was killing you.

“Do you like me?” you asked, feeding him more alcohol.

“I suppose.”

“Do you ever think about me?”

“All the time.”

“Really?”

“I’m a liar, remember?”

You flared your nostrils. He was so irksome and it was so surprising. You went back and forth taking sips from the bottle. The effects took hold of him faster than you were expecting.

“How do you feel?”

He was quiet, his eyes glassy. You placed the bottle on the floor before stroking his cheek in an attempt to coax an answer out of him. All he did was nod. You felt satisfied now that he was pliable. You wanted putty in your hands and there it was, waiting to be manipulated. You pushed him back onto your bed and began to undress him, starting with his pants. He took initiative and removed his ornate attila jacket.

You carefully freed his cock, gazing at its considerable length. As you stroked the underside, it came to life in your hand. You heard your father laugh loudly and your nerves crept up on you. You froze with his turgid cock resting in your palm. Lieutenant Tsurumi didn’t seem concerned, if anything he looked a little annoyed. He roughly pulled you into a kiss, his moustache tickling your upper lip. His mouth tasted astringent and slightly floral from the shōchū.

You heard your father once more, but louder. You feared he was coming down the hall and your door was still open. Instinctively you went to shut it, but the Lieutenant wasn’t letting you go anywhere.

“I’m not letting you back out now” he murmured between kisses.

You had created a monster, and you were sick with pride.

You guided his cock into your cunt. He groaned as you sunk down on it. Your breath hitched as it filled you, stretching out your tight hole. You clung to him and he began to thrust. His hands slid under your ass, grabbing onto its soft flesh. It was as if your body was singing. The feeling of his cock swollen inside you was a dream come true. You almost couldn’t believe it was happening.

“Ouch,” you whined.

His cock bruised your cervix after a particularly deep thrust. He slurred an apology as he moved you onto your back. You liked seeing him from a new angle. It was a perfect view of him coming undone. Limp strands of hair hung in his face and his breathing was heavy. You reveled in his moans, feeling wholly accomplished. Power wasn’t something you came by much in your life and now you felt ripe with it.

You clenched around his cock.

“Shit!”

His volume was surprising. He had been so quiet up until then. Your eyes were glued to your doorway. The last thing you wanted was to be caught by your father or even worse that pervert, Captain Akimoto.

“Not so loud,” you whispered.

He didn’t respond and you found yourself caring less and less as he rutted against you. Your body was tingly, almost like you were dissolving into pure pleasure. You felt high. You weren’t sure if it was from the feeling of his cock throbbing inside you, or the fear of being seen. What you were sure of though was the overwhelming need to come.

A whimper fell from your lips which snowballed into lilted grunts and moans. You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled on it. He held you close as you came, his thrusts picking up pace. All the tension that had ever resided in your body had melted away into nothingness. You were pure light, nothing but ecstasy.

His pained voice brought you out of your post-orgasm haze.

“Where should I—”

“My mouth, my mouth,” you pleaded, pushing him onto the floor like he was a rag doll.

You crawled off the bed and braced yourself on his thighs. You wrapped your lips around his cock and bobbed your head up and down. His hand made its way to the base of your skull and pushed you down further. Warm cum dripped down your throat. The urge to gag was there, but you remained strong and swallowed it all. You didn’t want there to be any evidence.

“Oh,” you said, noticing the neglected box of monaka on the floor.

You scurried to your feet and grabbed it. Lieutenant Tsurumi remained on the floor in a daze with his cock hanging out of his pants.

You held the box out to him. “Here.”

He slowly looked up at you, his eyelids heavy.

“Huh?”

You shook the box, but it failed to get a reaction. You rolled your eyes and sat beside him, opening the box. You pulled out one of the delicate cookies.

“Open.”

You placed it in his mouth and awaited his reaction.

“Delightful,” he said, mouth muffled by anko.

You grinned. “I’m so happy you think so.”

You helped him to his feet and steadied him as he tucked his cock away. Just as you went to button his jacket you heard a throaty gasp.

“What is the meaning of this?!”

Surprisingly it wasn’t your father. It was the dreaded Captain Akimoto. As he came closer you noticed his eyes were bloodshot and wet, practically bulging out his head. His steps were loud and lacked grace. All the commotion alerted your father who sped past the lumbering pervert.

“Lieutenant Tokushirō Tsurumi!”

“Oh no, he said my full name. I’m in trouble,” he muttered, reaching for another monaka.

Despite this he didn’t seem concerned, but you knew that was the alcohol.

“What is going on?” Your father’s drunken rage turned to one of concerned confusion.

“I found him outside in the garden!”

Your father continued his interrogation. “You did?”

“Yes! He was half-dressed and talking to Tasogare!”

Tasogare was your overweight, odd-eyed bobtail cat. She was a known attention grabber. Your father turned his attention to the Lieutenant.

“Is—is this true?” he asked, trying to stifle a laugh.

You nudged the Lieutenant.

“Yes, sir. I”—he yawned—“apologize for my lack of… tact. Your cat was… simply too alluring.”

Your father erupted into laughter and grabbed the Lieutenant’s shoulder.

“Tsurumi, my boy! You have nothing to apologize for. This is actually a relief! I was starting to think you were a bore.”

“Oh good,” he said, shoving another monaka into his mouth.

“I know it’s getting late, but come have another drink before my daughter kicks everyone out, hmm?”

Your father was so jovial; you almost felt guilty. He didn’t even let Lieutenant Tsurumi answer before he led him out of your room. He was leaning heavily on your father, arm draped around his shoulder and head tilted towards his. You couldn’t deny your jealousy. It wasn’t fair. You loved your father, but he didn’t deserve that intimacy. It was yours. You had earned it. Who was he to sweep the man of your dreams off his feet and away from your embrace?

You cleared your throat. “Lieutenant Tsurumi,” you sang.

He stopped dead in his tracks and nearly sent your father stumbling to the ground. He craned his head back.

“Yes?”

“You forgot something.”

You held up the box of monaka. He was in front of you in an instant. You placed the box in his outstretched hands. He held it like it was a small animal, a creature needing tenderness and a gentle touch. You checked to see if anyone was watching. Captain Akimoto and the other officer were more concerned with making fun of your father for almost falling on his face.

You cupped Lieutenant Tsurumi’s face in your hands and kissed him one last time. “Goodnight, Lieutenant. Don’t let my father bully you too much.”

#tsurumi tokushiro x reader #tsurumi tokushirou x reader #tokushiro tsurumi x reader #tokushirou tsurumi x reader #golden kamuy smut #golden kamuy x reader #tsurumi x reader #x reader #reader insert #.fics #.gk #.tsurumi

134 notes · View notes

madeleine-line · 2 years

Note

look okay- so i have to ask this anonymously because I'm embarrassed as hell BUT-

I've been obsessing with golden kamuy [esp tsurumi] LATELY AAND i was thinking if you could write a fic with lt tsurumi x masc/gn reader? 🥺

i don't mind whatever you write in the fanfic because i am STARVING for an tsurumi x reader fic SO BAD AGHHH !! anyw, hope this isn't too much, sorry if I'm really AKWARD 🤧🤧

Yes of course. Sorry this took so long, also do not apologize I love the enthusiasm:) please note this is my first time writing Tsurumi so it may not be very good, hope you enjoy anyway. Also since you weren’t very specific I hope you don’t mind the content of the fic itself.

“Favourite Soldier” Tokushirou Tsurumi x reader

Warnings: Masc!Soldier!Reader, implied Nsfw (very briefly), fluff (???) (it’s mainly just flirty)

•••

Tsurumi had a way of captivating young soldiers- that much was obvious from the boys who were all but throwing themselves at him.

It was almost funny. He could have anybody he wanted, yet his favouritism towards you was obvious much to the displeasure of many others.

Tsurumi had called you into his office, for what, you don’t know. You entered and stood quietly at attention. His eyes skimmed over some papers he was going through.

“No need to be so stiff, relax a little bit.” He smiled, still not looking up from his work. You let out a sigh and felt your shoulders fall.

“Yes, sir.”

He finally looked up at you, his gaze was so intense you couldn’t help but shiver.

“Was there something you needed, Lieutenant?” You managed to get out.

“Nothing in particular.” He laughed, “what? Is it a crime to wanna speak to you?”

“No, sir.”

He made his way over to you and started fiddling with details on your uniform and brushing you off. He was so close it was almost suffocating. His hand brushed over your chest and you stepped back abruptly, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“What’s all this about, sir?” You asked quietly, not looking up from the floor.

Tsurumi laughed and pulled you back in by your belt. “I’m just inspecting your uniform, I can’t have my favourite private looking unkept now, can I?” His tone was friendly, but it was clear this wasn’t just a friendly gesture. Tsurumi did this frequently- inviting you into his office and toying with you. He enjoyed teasing you and it was obvious, although most of his attention was given to you late at night in secrecy.

Finally his hands made they’re way up to your collar- which he adjusted roughly. He looked into your eyes a smirked a bit. He knew what he was doing. You pulled your cap down over your eyes, hiding your flustered expression. You had to admit it was frustrating playing cat and mouse with him, you did enjoy the chase.

“There.” He stepped back taking a good look at you.

You looked back and smiled, “how do I look?” You asked playfully.

“You’re perfect.” He walked up behind you and let his hand rest on your lower back, leading you to the door. “I hate to kick you out so soon- but the others will start to wonder where you are.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll get going.”

He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it softly. “Now get back to work, private.”

“Yes, sir.”

#golden kamuy x reader #gk headcanons #gk x reader #golden kamuy headcanons #Tsurumi tokushirou x reader

45 notes · View notes

miaowju · 8 months

Text

#golden kamuy #golden kamui #golden kamuy x reader #lieutenant tsurumi #tsurumi tokushirou #tsukishima hajime #tsukihima #tsukishima x reader #usami tokishige

68 notes · View notes

lausterdomyamong · 1 year

Text

My golden kamuy self shipping collections !

#my art #drawing #gk #golden kamuy #gk x reader #gk x oc #golden kamuy x reader #golden kamuy x oc #tsurumi tokushirou #tsurumi x reader #tsurumi x oc #vasily pavlichenko #vasily x reader #vasily x oc #boutarou the pirate #kaizoku boutarou #boutarou x reader #boutarou x oc

223 notes · View notes

0gata · 1 year

Text

Imagine kissing Sugimoto or Tsurumi and their head leaks brain juice on you <3

#golden kamuy #sugimoto saichi #tsurumi tokushirou #lieutenant tsurumi #golden kamuy x reader #headcanon

116 notes · View notes

seedsofagony · 2 years

Text

All Work and No Play (GK)

Series: Golden Kamuy

Character: Tsurumi Tokushirou

Summary: Tsurumi shows you that, with a little imagination, housework can be fun: SFW (slightly suggestive), x reader, fluff, modern au, domestic bliss, spoiler free

Word Count: 580

Notes: It took me forever to write this, but here it is - the second in what I really do intend to be a series of domestic bliss drabbles using an actual chore wheel. (Just a reminder that all character and chore pairings are completely random. You can read the first drabble here.) For this one, I tried to imagine the most over-the-top scenario possible, which still somehow manages to feel like canon?

Image Credit: Denny Müller

For the hundredth time, you wonder why you haven’t bought a Roomba. And, for the hundredth time, you remind yourself that you know why - they’re way too expensive and you don’t need one. It would terrorize the cat and you have a perfectly good vacuum cleaner already. But as you haul your parents’ hand-me-down around your apartment, you have to admit that a Roomba would be really nice right about now.

You shove the old sweeper under the coffee table, aiming for some lint, when it suddenly locks up, hellbent on devouring the rug. Cursing, you try to rip the fabric free while the vacuum screams back at you through a mouthful of rug fluff. The motor cuts and, in the now-deafening silence, you’re torn between the domestic horror of having to buy a new appliance and the wicked joy that the damn thing is finally dead. Maybe now you can get that Roomba…

“Housekeeping really isn’t your thing, is it?”

Tsurumi leans on the wall behind you, swinging the unplugged vacuum cord in his hand. You yank the rug out of the vacuum’s rollers, painfully aware of what a mess you are - unkempt and a little sticky from lugging that stupid sweeper around. Meanwhile, Tsurumi looks as polished as ever - a considerable feat given that he volunteered to clean the oven earlier. The only signs of his efforts are a few strands of hair alluringly out of place and an artful swipe of grease on one of his high cheekbones.

“Well, it’s not exactly fun,” you sigh.

“Then we should make it fun,” he says, plugging the vacuum back in.

Before you can even wonder how housework could ever be fun, he sweeps you into his arms. The vacuum drones in the background, while Tsurumi presses his cheek to yours and begins humming a melody in your ear, lips and mustache tickling your skin. You shiver. The tune is vaguely familiar - you might be able to make it out if you weren’t so confused and bothered.

Grabbing the vacuum with one hand and wrapping his arm around your waist, Tsurumi guides you into a dance step. You stumble after, following clumsily. He spins you, then grabs you, face inches from yours, gaze smoky. You realize it then - this is the tango.

Pressing his forehead to yours, Tsurumi takes the lead, vacuum lightly in tow. He dips you, bending you backwards, then whips you back up, working his hips in tune to music only he can hear. He spins you again, flinging you to the ends of his fingertips before yanking you back in, your back against his chest. For a moment, his free hand is all over you, and then he’s leading you again, expertly maneuvering both you and the sweeper across the floor. He pulls you up onto your toes, then steps back swiftly. Off balance, you collapse to your knees, arms wrapped around his legs. He cuts the vacuum - the music stops.

Tsurumi smiles down at you as you both pant with effort. Your face burns, but the absurdity of dancing the tango while vacuuming doesn’t touch him. Embarrassment is beneath him. He pulls you to your feet and lifts your chin with his finger.

“There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Dumbfounded and breathless - the way he always seems to leave you - you shake your head.

“I didn’t think so,” he grins. “Now, tell me what else needs doing, and I’ll show you how fun it can be.”

#golden kamuy #tsurumi tokushirou #tsurumi #golden kamuy x reader #tsurumi x reader #golden kamuy reader insert #golden kamuy au #golden kamuy domestic bliss #golden kamuy scenario #golden kamuy fanfiction #golden kamuy fanfic #golden kamuy fic #golden kamuy drabble #golden kamuy fluff #golden kamuy dilfs #SFW #spoiler free

41 notes · View notes

seven-to-three · 1 year

Text

Tsurumi alphabet headcanons for @keioroni

F — Favorite Position (Goes without saying. May include a visual)

He likes being able to control your body, but he also likes giving you the option to fight him for it. He also likes showing off a bit of strength, and wants to watch your face. Thus:

Wrapped lotus. The intimacy, the intensity, the slow sensuality. He can bounce you; you can scratch up his back and shoulders. Yum.

Mating press. Oof. Powerful, fast, rough. Controlling. Being completely at his mercy doesn't have to be a bad thing ;)

Against a wall. He's definitely showing off, but it's still fun, and great for a quickie.

He chooses based on what kind of pace he wants to set.

N — Night Out (What type of dates do they like to go on?)

He wants to do something physical!

Like... a walk. Ice skating. A game of tag? Maybe he'll even have a little too much fun chasing you around.

EDIT (I'm stupid): DANCING. Take him dancing. You cannot tell me he isn't hell on wheels at the waltz.

Might also like something that lands in between educational and entertaining, like an inventors' fair (they had those then, right?) or some kind of science demonstration. Especially if there are new weapons being showcased.

Imagine how much fun he'd have at a modern weapons/war museum. Or a torture one, even.

Or how about a classical concert (piano in particular)/orchestra performance?

#golden kamuy #golden kamuy headcanons #golden kamuy x reader #tsurumi tokushirou #alphabet mashup #hope I did my man justice xD

10 notes · View notes

fanwritting · 1 year

Text

HARE || Golden Kamuy x Huntress!Reader

Obra sin fines de lucro, solo para aliviar estrés.

(18+) La siguiente obra contiene escenas de violencia y material sexual.

Golden Kamuy, ni Dead by Daylight es de mi pertenencia, cualquier atribución a su respectivo creador.

(Se que nadie va hacer caso, pero ya advertí 🫡)

Faltas de Horrografia, bienvenidas sean.

No se seguirá el curso cronológico del manga por que…me da flojera 🫶🏻

Capitulo 2

Después del jaleo del incendio del almacén. Ana acompañó al Teniente a una importante reunión con un traficante de armas.

Sinceramente, la idea en sí del plan del Teniente Tsurumi le parecía una flojera, demasiado complicado. Pero no era su trabajo opinar. Ella misma sentía que las intenciones del hombre iban más allá de simple impotencia hacia su propio gobierno.

Pero las palabras de Tsurumi resonaban en su mente cada vez que miraba hacia atrás.

«—No tienes que preocuparte por nada, concéntrate en tener una buena vida. Mientras hagas lo que diga, seré tus ojos hasta donde tú lo desees.»

Ahora iba de camino al océano, Tsurumi solía vestirla con ropas elegantes. Así que el dueño de la casona de arenques le recibió cálidamente.

Cuando la personas le preguntaban por su máscara, Tsurumi se inventaba un historia tan convincente como su persona. Incluso le había inventado un personaje para cuando no estuviera en una misión.

A los ojos de los demás no era Ana. Era Oyuki Tsurumi, la hija de adoptiva de Tokushirou Tsurumi. Una muchachita víctima de la guerra, bien portada y gentil que cautivaba a cualquiera.

Cómo Oyuki, Ana se presentaba como una hija muda, pero talentosa. Y lo demostraba mientras tocaba con agilidad en el piano de la sala común de la mansión de un viejo dueño de un negocio de arenques.

—¡Su hija es bastante habilidosa, Sr. Tsurumi!

Aplaudía el anciano, bastante impresionado.

—Mi hija lo pidió por capricho, pero nadie puedo tocar esa cosa, estoy seguro que el piano debe estar feliz de al fin ser útil.

Tsurumi comienza el show.

—Hubo una vez en la que mi familia tuvo riqueza a su nombre, logré aprender un par de trucos y le enseñé a mi hija, un verdadero reto—Ana le saca la lengua a espaldas del viejo—. Obviamente todo tiene sus altibajos en esta vida y todo fue momentáneo. Estoy seguro que usted me entiende.

Y Ana se pierde, no hallándole más interés a su conversación. Su mirada se pierde en la ventana, la costa llamándola con su balanceó.

El olor a sal lograba escabullirse en su nariz.

El mar…pescado…tenía hambre. Una pequeña baba se resbaló de sus labios, imaginándose un pescado bien frito cubierto de especias y limón.

Iría con Tsukishima a que le diera algo de comer.

Se levanta del pequeño banquillo, y se pierde en los pasillos dispuesta a buscar al hombre nariz aplastada.

Pero un olor se escabulle en su nariz, un olor familiar.

El olor de la sangre, la tierra y el sudor.

Ah, ya lo encontró.

Pensó deteniendo la hoja del cuchillo con sus manos a escasos centímetros de su rostro. Inmutable ante la presencia del asesino.

Mira detrás de él a dos soldados caídos. Y luego observa la herida en su costado. Con una mano sostiene sus ropas, y las mueve lo suficiente para ver su pecho.

No sobrevivirá.

—тату.

Henmi Kazuo se pone pálido ante la fuerza de Ana. Jamás habiendo presenciado como una mujer detenía un cuchillo de esa magnitud con su propias manos.

No chillaba, no lloraba, no peleaba.

No era bella.

Pone una cara de profundo disgusto.

—Haa…realmente eres horrenda.

Parecía que le entendió, pues Ana lo levanta sobre su cabeza y lo lanza hacia el soldado Inmortal.

[…]

Ana es cargada como un saco de papas por el Teniente Tsurumi hasta la costa de piedras, la sienta en la canoa junto a otros soldados. Comenzando a perseguir al grupo del inmortal.

—¡Rema, Ana! ¡Rema!

La de la máscara de liebre, hace una seña de que paren. Los soldados sueltan los remos confundidos. Ana se arremanga las mangas del kimono, toma los remos y con una velocidad monstruosa comienza a remar.

Asirpa no lo creía. El bote se movía con la velocidad de 10 hombres. Casi rozándole la nuca.

La niña ainu chasquea la lengua. Apuntando con el arpón a la orca.

—¡Nos arrastrará! ¡Sosténganse!

El arpón se incrusta en la piel de la orca, que comienza a nadar en dirección contraria.

Ana sigue remando hasta que el Teniente le hace una seña de que era suficiente.

—Detente Ana —dice—. ¿Con que trabaja con los ainus, eh? Si quiere colocarse en la cima de la cadena alimenticia tendrá que volverse en un ser repugnante, ¿no lo crees Ana?

La mujer se limita en dejar llevar sus brazos por la corriente. Medio cuerpo suyo rozando el mar.

—Я голоден…—murmura agotada, sintiendo las manos de los soldado evitar que meta la cabeza al mar.

Extra:

—La mujer que acompañaba al Teniente…no es normal.

Comenta Asirpa después de un rato. Su estómago lleno de carne de orca.

Sugimoto se queda callado.

—Tu también lo notaste ¿no? Pensé que me volvería loco al volverla a ver. Ella fue mi carcelera cuando me capturaron.

—Según lo que he escuchado, es la hija adoptiva del Teniente. Se hablaba mucho de ella en Abashiri. Oyuki Tsurumi, la Liebre Invernal.

—¿Liebre? —inquiere Asirpa.

—Por la máscara que lleva, los soldados solían comentar que jamás se la quitaba. Nadie sabe cómo es su rostro, pero las familias militares están obsesionadas con ella. A pesar de no poder hablar.

»Dicen que Tsurumi la recogió de un manicomio, y fue tanto su encanto que la adoptó como suya.

—En Otaru la llamaron Ana, y te aseguro que no es muda, hablo en un idioma foráneo.

—Dicen que Tsurumi la recogió de un manicomio, y fue tanto su encanto que la adoptó como suya.

Sugimoto suelta una risa sin gracia—. Debió estar tan encantado con su fuerza que lo hizo mentirle a todos, yo vi con mis propios ojos cuando lanzó a dos hombres que le doblaban la altura como si fueran papas. A mi me alzó y zarandeó de aquí para allá—dijo Sugimoto—. No es alguien con quien quisiera encontrarme en una pelea.

—Alguien así no puede ser humano. La máscara la hace ver cómo un cadáver manejado como marioneta, como si ya estuviera muerta.

Sugimoto frunce el ceño.

—No se si es alguien de fiar o no. A pesar de la paliza que me dio, sano mis heridas y me protegió de esos gemelos. Pero pase lo que pase, si llegas a enfréntarla, dale las pieles.

El grupo se queda callado, la imagen de la muchacha presente en sus mentes, preguntándose quién era en realidad.

Mientras tanto, Ana saboreaba felizmente una brocheta de calamar frita que el dueño de la mansión le había regalado. El plan de Tsurumi había fallado estrepitosamente en conseguir fondos para armas. Pero al menos Ana había sido recompensada con una caja de finas joyas por haber tocado para él y su familia.

—Estos te quedan bien—comentaba el Teniente, midiendo unos pendientes de jade decorados en oro. Claramente decepcionado por la negación del dueño de los arenques.

Un soldado se les acerca, asiendo una reverencia hacia Ana antes de continuar.

—Primer Teniente Tsurumi, señor. Traigo noticias de Otaru.

»El soldado Ogata Hyakunosuke se ha esfumado del hospital.

Ana entreabre los labios, su expresión por fin mostrando una emoción nueva.

Preocupación.

Traducción por Google:

тату—Tatuaje

Я голоден…—Tengo hambre...

#golden kamuy #fanfic #golden kamuy fanfic #dead by daylight #golden kamuy x reader

4 notes · View notes