【OPEN/NSFW】gets out a pitcher of lemonade for that thirst

[justaways]

sometimes i get tired of writing smut.
but then sometimes i just want to write smut, you know.

this is just an all purpose smut post for my characters.
the only thing i ask: both characters know and have established they're gonna fuck.

they could be already fucking, they could be just taking off their clothes, they could have just proposed the idea to one another, idc...

here's your options, hover-over for fun, then put in comment header, call-me-out style:




if you have any questions before writing something, feel free to ask here first or contacting me via plurk.. also muses available upon request just lmk!

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military lady seeks silver-haired asshole for a good time out of uniform

[strictdiscipline]

i'm down for anything that isn't rimming or pegging




write me a starter fidgey x(

not quite the we're gonna fuck stage but soon

[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ With how often that Gintoki stuck his nose in the Shinsengumi’s business, it wasn’t surprised he and Riza had crossed paths on numerous occasions. They were bodyguards of the bakufu, loyal to the shogun’s side. It was, really, the only legal job you could have as a samurai. It put Gintoki out of commission, and he had become a well known freelancer, a protector of the city of Edo.
Riza and Gintoki, though. They were.. friends? Friends, even if sometimes they got on each other’s nerves. Tonight, though. They had bumped into each other at the bar—and even this evening, Gintoki had to harass her about drinking here— it was a surprise to him that she even would partake in something like this with the kind of serious demeanor she had. He supposes her stance on it was similar to Zura: It was okay every once in awhile, especially when you’re stressed.

Was she stressed about something?

Gintoki had allowed only a singular chair to separate them from one another. As the evening went on and things got late, something about Riza kept him by her side. Was it the alcohol he had just taken? Was it something about how the paper lanterns caught in her flaxen hair? Or something about her intense eyes that drew him in?

He couldn’t really explain it, to be frank.
These kind of feelings were usually pretty gross and he did what he could to ignore them. It was frustrating. Everything about her? Frustrating. ]</sub>

Oi.
_{[ He slammed his last cup of sake down. ]}

I’m takin’ you home.
_{[ wait.. what home. Did he mean walk her back to the Shinsengumi unit? Certainly he didn’t mean his home. He’s got, you know, uh.. kids living there.
.. right? ]}

groans, when will i not be late to everything ever

[strictdiscipline]

[Gintoki's correct in one thing - she doesn't usually drink. Too many of her daily motions hinge on being alert at all times, a state of being usually made impossible by alcohol, and besides, she'd earned something of a name for herself as one of the more rigid members of the shinsengumi. ("Stick up her ass" might be a more accurate phrase, if a bit too blunt.) But for all her stiff-lipped demeanor, she's still fully human underneath. Prone to affection, fear, grief.

Her jacket's slung over the back of her chair, one black sleeve threatening to fall too far to the left and drag the entire thing down with it. But even with her hair tied up and the sparse population of the bar that evening, her skin burns hot to the touch, a rosy tint spreading up her neck and dissipating through her cheeks. She's had one cup too many, to be sure, but somehow Riza suspects it has less to do with the empty cups before her than the man staring straight at her.

It takes a second to for his words to register. Then:]

I can walk myself.

[Her sharp tone's undercut by a faint slur, and her words disproved by the forward pitch of her body as she stumbles out of her chair.]

the siren's call of tenkatsura brought me here

[sunshrouded]

but I have class??? but I'm impatient

HIT ME, FIDGEY down for whatever tbh

;)

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ It was another night of success for both Katsura and Tenka. How they both ended up as such an entertaining pair was beyond comprehension— maybe it was just because they looked very pleasant together and could respond very well to performing off of one another. It was usually dancing, they would perform, with metallic fans and elegant feet work, but occasionally, they would do a comedy routine too. Regardless, it was always an exciting night when it was their turn to take the stage.

How did they end up like this, anyway?
Did it really matter?

This night, Katsura got to thinking about it after they had performed. He observed Tenka carefully, only feeling his lips curve upward into a smile as Tenka took off all of his make up in the dressing room they shared at the okama bar. Tenka was such a happy soul; Katsura always wondered what made somebody like him so ridiculously happy. For him, it was really impossible for him to be as happy as Tenka showed himself now.
He was envious. Envious of such happiness; envious of such a big family Tenka had— where as Katsura only knew loneliness and sadness. Nevertheless, he cared enough for Tenka to not hold it against their friendship.. which was blossoming into something else. In fact, it probably had blossomed into something else and they haven’t even stopped to talk about it.

By now, their bond as partners together had been established— they were comfortable enough to do things with each other like help each other get dressed, do each other’s make up, hold hands and hold each other close.

But, what hadn’t really been planned was the feeling of Tenka’s hands twirling though Katsura’s long, silky hair as he lay beneath him on the floor of their dressing room, blood pumping through his veins. It felt warm under such a thick and heavy kimono he wore, but it didn’t matter right now.

Tenka was on top of him and kissing him.
And he loved it. ]</sub>

Tenka.
_{[ hold up a moment, let him breathe, man. ]}

It feels hot, doesn't it?

[sunshrouded]

[Tenka's always been a person filled with warmth - and more than that, prone to impulsive decisions.

Working at an okama bar was an impulsive decision that was on the top of his list... at least until it was replaced by deciding that tonight, tonight, Kastura did an especially good job in their bit and he looked especially pretty and his hair especially needed to have Tenka's fingers carding through it.

Which is about the same time that they found themselves on the floor of the dressing room.

Tenka's blinking as he pulls back, breathing already gone awry as he offers an easy-going, sheepish grin in return. Oops. Yeah, being able to breathe is pretty important, isn't it? He'd forgotten in his rush to get his lips against Katsura's.]

Hah, guess so...

[Even though he's not quite taking his kimono off either - there's always hesitance to it, considering the long scar that he's got right down his spine and his self-conscious behavior about it. Still, he's pausing just to lean up and press another kiss to Katsura's forehead, as if he can't quite stop himself from being affectionate always.]

Wanna fix it?

i'm here for titfucking.

[cybele]

something something rider's got this power where she can (ROUGHLY basically without going into every minute detail) hypnotize men and steal their mana/energy during a sex dream so maybe we can do something with that??

( the details can be found here under "breaker gorgon". )

here's your grumpy titfucker i guess

[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ It had taken weeks. You know, a good long time to save up his money to partake in such a filthy past-time that he could only indulge in for a few hours. Gintoki’s mind had been set on Yoshiwara, and he knew girls there weren’t really cheap, so saving up was something he had to plan ahead. He had sacrificed many, many parfaits— maybe even the most recent issue of Shounen JUMP to put towards his “I’m gonna fuck a bitch” fund.

Saving money was so difficult— and a pain. His landlord had threatened him for not paying his rent three months in a row, but who cares. WHO CARES!! The desperation of the repressed was unfathomable; he had to lie and say he didn’t have any money. This wasn’t the first time it had happened, and it won’t be the last.
As for his kids, well. Kagura had been out of pickled seaweed; Shinpachi was bitching about not getting paid for their work. All of this hatred just made one intimate night to spend with a stranger even more pleasing.

And finally, he had done it. HE DID IT.
But it had been, gosh. So very long since he had communicated with a girl in this kind of setting. It was weird feeling, but he felt like he had succeeded.. like he had climbed a big whole mountain and now it was time. Time to what? Roll down it? Roll down it to his death? That is what it seemed like.
Anyway, they were seated on the tatami flooring in a private room. Alcohol was available upon request in the room, and knowing his nerves, he’d probably be taking some of that.

But, oh god. He couldn’t stop looking at this girl? She was really pretty? WHO ALLOWED GIRLS TO BE PRETTY?
It really had been a long time, hadn’t it? ]</sub>

Uh.
_{[ BE COOL. ]}

You’re not gonna leave your glasses on, right?
_{[ what a dumb thing!!! to say!! ]}

/waves hands vaguely

[retainers]

dragon rider from fantasy europe finds herself in japan??? we can gintama verse this or fire emblem au this

i'm cool w/ whatever, surprise me.

also waves hands vaguely ah i don't have v many icons

[astroholic]

<sub>[ The planet of Ylisse was one of Sakamoto’s favorite places to travel ever since he visited the first time. It was rich with its own dated culture, and lately, Sakamoto finds himself and the rest of the Kaientai traveling here. Their dragon-like creatures were a hit at all sorts of other planets. What his clients did with the beasts weren’t really much of his concern because business was business as per usual, but there was a particular woman who had an admiration for all kind of creatures that he had developed an interest and respect for. And who could not, really. They were valuable, beautiful creatures. He had already cut several deals with her and they both were profiting from him.

He loved seeing people passionate about what they loved.

It was kind of funny, considering his name actually meant dragon, maybe that had something to do with his growing love for them too.
Despite this, though, the purchase he was going to make today wasn’t for him— it never was. Sakamoto has done a lot of things with his business, but he never imagined it would bring him to this experience of dragon smuggling.

They met at the usual bar in the usual location to discuss those kind of things, but.. the discussion, apparently, has gone elsewhere. Sakamoto’s conversations are about as organized as his mind which is filled with all sorts of thoughts and before he knows it he’s saying things like: “Say, yer kinda cute” through alcohol scented breath. The relationship he had built with Cherche was an odd one— they weren’t exactly friends, just business workers.

He should know better, but he doesn’t.
It doesn’t stop him.

His glasses have been folded neatly by the night-stand at their inn, his shirt loose on his torso as he holds her tenderly by the waist, tongue skirting across her lips.

Ah, they really shouldn’t, but somehow they ended up here. ]</sub>

/holds ur hands

[retainers]

[ it's been two years after the war and cherche finds herself leaving rosanne to take a trip around ylisse. it'd been a long time since she last had an adventure, what better time to do so again, now that they'd finally achieved the peace chrom had worked so hard to achieve? it came with a price, of course (the shepherds still feel the loss of robin even to this day), but cherche's convinced that all things in life come with one whether they like it or not. but that's a story for another time.

these days, the wyvern population has grown a little more without the doom of extinction looming over their heads from the war. since learning of minerva's fate in gerome's timeline, cherche has taken it upon herself to save the dragon race through whatever means necessary. even if it meant purchasing dragons from other far-flung reaches of time and space.

dragon smuggling is a complicated business wrought with endless paperwork and licenses, but cherche finally has it down to a science. certainly, being friends with the crown prince of ylisse also helps when it comes to clearing things up at the border. but at the end of the day, seeing wyvern valley slowly growing to its former glory is more than worth it for cherche.

but that doesn't really explain how she's here in the middle of their rented room, hands resting on his shoulders as she opens up for him. it had to have started at the bar, she'd been loosened up by alcohol and the drawl in his voice ("only kind of?"), had let him lead her back to the inn before she stopped thinking.

she catches his tongue briefly with her teeth, using one hand to unbuckle the clasps of her armor. she lets them fall to the ground carelessly, revealing a dark tunic and scarred skin beneath.

she doesn't remember the last time she fell into bed with anyone, but she can't find it in herself to think of a reason to pull away. ]

whoever you think would fit best tbh (dirty joke eyyyy)

[recurringly]

summoned spirit with the sole purpose of sealing away an evil spirit that's older than your mom and has a demeanor as gentle as her patience is short (read: very). reincarnates every time that gd spirit comes back. given she is not Of This Mortal Realm, probably has no qualms about using her body as a means to get information on aforementioned evil spirit so sure why not WHY NOT

here he is the human glowstick

[strippingsensei]

<sub>[ It was years and years since he had started this case— all of the information was scattered about on different pieces of paper, which reflected on his lack of organization. What did it matter? Aikuro lived by himself in a cramped up apartment near the high school he taught at— he had nobody to impress or answer to, it didn’t matter.
This one particular girl was immensely interested in his research and would often catch him off guard on the streets, but as usual, Aikuro protected the information regarding his work with his life. There were secrets, things the world didn’t need to know— they were not ready to know.

Aikuro, though, was confident enough to try and find these mysteries of the world and solve them.
Smoke passed through his lips and filled the dim lit room he resided in— a one room apartment with a large window that nearly took up an entire wall that he kept open most of the time. A lamp was on his desk, papers (again) scattered everywhere.

What was with that girl?

What he hadn’t expect her was to find his apartment and bang on his door.
When Aikuro opens the door, he falls into a pose against the door sill. ]</sub>

My, my. I hadn’t expected you to like me this much.
_{[ please girl only certain payment is going to give you any information. ]}

How scandalous for you to find my living quarters.

parfait-tan

[wardance]

gimme

120% ok with all the things so put your guns on and let's party

picks masamune up and gently puts him in a different war.. also makes them the same age...

[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ There were a handful of clans and groups that fought in the Jouishishi War, and Masamune was just one of the leaders of his own group, and at such a young age too. Though, he was probably the only one who rode a motorcycle horse into battle. Iconic, but annoying, if Gintoki had to be brutally honest. While Masamune was known and admired for his leadership, he was making history by all of his accomplishments and involvement in the Jouishishi War— the battle against the Amanto to push the alien race out of Japan’s country.

While he was doing that, Gintoki was doing nearly the same as the feared Shiroyasha, but worked solo— usually alongside his classmates and friends. He was the leader of no clan or group, but a leader of his own will and rules. There was a particular reason for his participation in this war, while Masamune had been serving in this war for awhile now. Masamune and Gintoki had brushed shoulders on occasion during the fighting and usually spent any actual time with one another over drinks— they were far too busy to spend intimate time with one another like Gintoki did with Shouyou Disciples (and Sakamoto who had wormed his way into Gintoki’s life.) Going to brothels took money, then there was the having to pick a girl out and it just got old after awhile, even though Masamune could afford the prettiest girl in the most ritzy stop that they made— Gintoki couldn’t afford much. These things were required for healthy men at the age of 18.

There was no beating around the bush, honestly. Gintoki was attracted to Masamune. It wasn’t the first guy he had really been attracted to, but it was pretty bad. What were you supposed to do when you were attracted to somebody who barely had time for you— a war comrade— who was on an entirely different status as yours?

Apparently you have a private drink with them in the middle of the night, and, well.. you know, one thing led to another— and here they were, a few miles away from the current campsite with their lips meshed together, the only serving light that was provided was the full moonlight. It shimmered down on Gintoki, making his stark white attire— and hair— seem to glow.

He’s getting a bit handsy with Masamune on the bottom of him, though, firm fingertips sliding between the other warrior’s thighs.
What do, now, Masamune? You didn’t give him permission to do that. ]</sub>

Excellent

[wardance]

[ Masamune hated drinking alone and that was often the only option in the middle of the night if one decided not to sleep. An opportunity to have company would never be turned down. Whether or not he started their time together thinking this was was a possibility doesn't really matter—it sure as hell is one now and not something he's against.

It's true, brothels required money and, while Masamune had plenty of it, there was the fact that when it came down to it all the girls were much the same. There were no surprises, no excitement of the unknown, and no real intensity considered they had sex for a living. He preferred his sex more passionate and based around lust and a mutual need to fuck than to adhere to the formula of a brothel.

His track record for control when he gets drunk is pretty bad, but it's selectively allowed. For Masamune, Gintoki was everything he was not and wanted. Freedom, responsibility only to yourself and your values, and never allowing anyone to control or manipulate into something you didn't want for yourself. He's raw and without a need for show because he has no need to live to any stands or opinions except his own.

It's attractive. Foreign and something he can't help but be interested in. As someone who wants to escape the chains around his neck that come with being his clan's leader, what type of individual would be more interesting than Gintoki? His status meant nothing to Masamune— there were complicated as hell issues that went along with it, sure, but not for this type of meeting.

Undeniably, he would take a good-looking man over a beautiful woman for sex, if only because he found them more unpredictable and powerful. They're bolder and rougher and a good substitute when the rush of battle is not getting him high.

He's been feeding Gintoki since the first casual notice that suggested this could go somewhere. He's been feeding and luring and the clan leader has no issues with seducing and feeding into any desires the other wants.

Gintoki's boldness is actually even a bit arousing all its own. Their statuses technically place Masamune above and permissions be given, so the fact he just does it without regard... ha. Masamune can't do anything but smirk against the other's mouth. Shifting, he moves his hips forward enough to make those far-from-timid fingers make even more solid contact. Focusing on Gintoki's mouth still, he laughs even with contact not broken before breaking off only just barely enough to speak.

His voice is breathy and playful. ] Overstepping already? Putting your hands where I haven't given you permission.

[ Masamune moves his hands to entangle into moonlit white hair, his tongue flicking out to run against the other's upper lip, proceeding to press his mouth against Gintoki's again. He hesitates just long enough to say something else up against his lips-- ]

Just the thought of it is really getting me pretty hot and bothered. [ --before actually initiating another full kiss, slipping his tongue inside. ]

The shiny butthole pls

[permboy]

[ Gintoki is so dirty.








Not like that. We know this is a smut post, but not like that. (Yet.) He is literally dirty. As in actually covered in garbage. What has he been doing in the garbage? A mystery. It probably involves alcohol somehow. Anyway, he's crashing Aikuro's place, because reasons, and he's stumbling all over the place on his way to the shower, almost falling over while taking off his pants--

Wait. This is supposed to be a smut post. This isn't hot at all. And yet, Gintoki leans back against the wall right next to the bathroom door, and tilts his head to the side with a smirk. Like he actually looks good with his shirt not even open and his pants only fully off one leg. ]

You joinin' me or what?

[ He is definitely at least tipsy. ]

hes here

[strippingsensei]

<sub>[ How dare he just barge into Aikuro's house just for a bath. Not allowed. Actually, it is allowed, because Aikuro is very careless when it comes to things like this.. as long as they don't mess up anything he's working on— like lesson plans and the little bit of art he dabbled in.

Aikuro has a cigarette in his mouth. Ever since his "kids" moved out, his rules of the house have been a little different.. and disastrous by the way he hardly ever cleaned.

His mouth almost drops open when Gintoki says something like that, but he'll tease him: ]</sub>

Ahhh, I don't think I'm very dirty. Do you? Is that what you're trying to say?
<sub>[ what an odd mood Gintoki is in, but Aikuro..
He'll take it.

Any opportunity to be sexual with Gintoki behind the curtain where nobody else in Holly Heights knew.. he'd do it. ]</sub>

[kaihentai]

only if u believe

wishes upon a star

[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ He only visited ever so often— that loud, vomiting puffball from space. Gintoki knew it, too, when Sakamoto was deep in the vast parts of space and when he was here in Edo, walking the Earth and carrying such a presence, you could practically feel it as much as you could hear his boisterous laughter down the street. This was something secretive Gintoki kept in his heart, stowed away behind his mess of emotions. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if people knew that he missed Sakamoto? After all, he displayed his affection for him in spurts of denial and violence. He knew that behind Sakamoto’s beaming smile, there was hurt and lies there.

Maybe they had that in common— to hide away their emotions.

As the sky is blue, the grass is green— Sakamoto has wandered from his crew again. He found himself in a private setting with Gintoki; apparently they were just going to spend an evening together. Sakamoto, who had probably expected Gintoki to deny his request, had oddly agreed to accompany him.
And now, they were in a hot spring together. An outside hot spring that was illuminated with paper lanterns and nothing else but the star and moon light. It was kind of a strange setting, and it started off as just a regular bath— Gintoki putting his back to Sakamoto as he scrubbed his silvery hair and wiped his skin clean.

They had many conversations tonight. It was reminiscent of old times when they were teenagers, and now they both were just relaxed with their backs propped against the rocks of the natural hot spring.
Sakamoto should visit more often so Gintoki could have moments like this; that’s how he felt, but he couldn’t ever say something like that. With a grunt, Gintoki shifts in the water as he sat next to Tatsuma, arms folding over his chest. ]</sub>

Leaving tomorrow, ah?
_{[ Gintoki was a loner, but he found himself more co-dependent in his older years.
A feeling which he hated. ]}

two certain arguing idiots continue to be idiots but makeouts happen i guess

[headlining]

a fight goes way too far, i'm up for whatever honestly but biting, dominant, wrestling gintoki more like A+++

show this nerd how it's done

[kaihentai]

im

im so proud

futurology, chantes mission, fairy woods...!?

[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ His hair was so perfect, it really made Gintoki mad today. Look at him go, walking with his perfect, well-groomed, tamed hair. Who the hell has hair like this anyway? It was like the wig of angels and here was Gintoki— cursed with the hair piece from Hell.
One good thing about Keats’ hair is the way it twisted between Gintoki’s fingers when he pulled it, grasping the locks in his palm tightly, a hot-blooded kiss felt between a pair of busted lips.

It was broad daylight in Chantes.

Any of the recruits could have stumbled across them (lmfao, Olivia)— but something about this exposed setting made it even more invigorating. He had got Keats against a tree in the middle of their scrap, which had made a surprising, yet satisfying, turn into something else.
The worst part about all of this was the fact neither of them could break away or even discuss what was happening anymore. Their clothing seemed torn and loose hanging off of their bodies, though not completely stripped (just yet).

Gintoki pulls away to merely catch his breath and skirt the edge of his tongue over the top of his lip, taking some of his own blood from a nosebleed with it. ]</sub>

Hey.
Your kissing isn’t that great either.
_{[ shots fired!!
well.. they've been firing, but here it is again. ]}

help

[toukai]

[Takasugi's lips felt cold as they pressed slow, gentle kisses to Katsura's neck. One hand supported him and the other wrapped around the other's arm, holding him close against no tension. The back and forth, the bickering, the heat in their breath as frustration laced their exchanges was absent tonight.

Shinsuke was being careful. Was biting back every urge to raise red on that perfect skin. Every complaint Katsura had made in the past was considered, every needy demand given in to with little more than a groan.

Perhaps some fulfillment would come of this that didn't come of their other sort of physicality. If anyone could show him the appeal of a caress it would be Zura - so the no good brat had decided to try.

Of course, he didn't tell his friend about the conviction that bound him. Takasugi wasn't concerned about Katsura taking advantage of the situation (though, maybe he should have been), but was simply too prideful to spit the willingness to obey from his lips.

So instead he ran them up Zura's neck, along his jaw, to meet the other's mouth.

His heart beat fast, heavy, as arousal began to knot and build - fervor replaced with anticipation that was barely constrained. As they kissed he leaned forward, slipping a hand under Katsura's layers of clothing and pulling one side from his shoulder. Each step would be slow, lending a chance to Zura to protest or redirect.]

god is not here to help u

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ Something about tonight was really different but Zura couldn't place his wiry finger on it. He hadn't once put up a fuss about anything; it all feels gentle and soft, precisely what Katsura wanted and what he needed to properly feel satisfied with the evening. Just by these tender touches alone, warmth builds in his stomach, flooding between his legs. It was awfully quick how easily he got turned on by Takasugi's jagged hands running of his skin, not enough to hurt, but enough to tempt him just enough.

He doesn't complain when his clothing is halfway removed, lacing his arms around Takasugi's neck. He breathes warmly against Takasugi through his nose, and if Shinsuke paid close enough attention, he would feel Zura's lips curved upward in a smile, something that was definitely different from before.

Katsura encourages Takasugi on top of him as he leans back, his head meeting with the pillow on the futon. He pulls away to breathe, looking up at Shinsuke with stars practically in his dark eyes....

...then he talks: ]</sub>

Takasugi.
_{[ He hooks his leg around his partner boldly, not seeming timid like he has in the past. ]}

—Am I beautiful?
_{[ NO!!! ]}