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

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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_{[ 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. ]}

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

Edited 2016-05-18 03:47 (UTC)

[How could this happen to him...he made his mistakes...]

[But seriously, their usual tiffs with one another has taken quite the twist. Bloodshed and bruises and throwing dumb insults at each other, that's quite the norm. Kissing each other? Well, somewhere down the line, it had happened, and although a prude like Keats would've complained and thrown a fit about it any other time, now it just felt...strangely natural. Strange, but natural. It's annoying.]

[His chest heaves as he catches his breath, dark eyes narrowing in slight disgust. Really. He's going to insult him like this even now?]

Shut up. You kiss like you're blind. [He says, turning his head to spit out some of the blood that has dripped into his mouth from the cut on his lips. His head feels like it's spinning, but he's not going to complain. He finds, to his surprise, that he's getting annoyed that Gintoki has stopped kissing him. His grip tightens on Gintoki's arms, his mouth opening up into a scowl.]

You're not even good at this. It's all just senseless bragging, I see that now.

_{[ Shut up, you kiss like you're blind? Was Keats actually serious about this right now? Gintoki grumbles, his mind beginning to fuzz and making it difficult for him to come back with some "witty" retort. Instead, he decides that he'll show Keats. ]}

Shut up. You kiss like you're stupid.
_{[ boys.. no..
Anyway, Gintoki is going to assert himself right there with his lips against Keats' throat, finger tugging his dumb collar down to expose his skin a bit more. Gintoki feels warm from, well.. all sorts of frustrations right now and he decides to take it out on Keats' skin by baring down his teeth against his flesh, one hand keeping him pinned against the tree.

Come on, Keats. You're magical.
Unless.. you're really liking this.

Isn't that gross to think about? ]}

["You kiss like you're stupid". What a stupid insult. Keats rolls his eyes as Gintoki moves in.]

[It's odd. It would be easy for Keats to whip up something magical, to send him flying with a magical punch to the abdomen or set him on fire with a flick of his wrist. And yet, no ideas like that are coming to mind. He seems fine with just letting Gin do whatever he wants to him, a nerve-wracking sense of pain and pleasure twisting in his gut as he feels the man's teeth on his neck. God, he hates him. He hates him.]

[He groans at the pain, one hand moving up to tug hard at Gin's hair (not hard enough to pull him away though), while his other hand moves to expose more of Gin's back by pulling clumsily down at whatever piece of clothing he can grasp. His cheeks feel like they're burning hot - there's a muted sense of shame that he ignores, pulling his fingers down the other man's back, nails digging slightly into his skin.]

You're terrible, you know that? [He hisses, like even speaking to Gintoki already produces a vile taste on his tongue.]

_{[ "I know," he almost says, but prompts for just an affirmative grunt instead. Also, yes, please keep pulling his hair— he really enjoys that. Gin's attire is a shirt and a yukata worn over it (but only on one side because he tries to look cool), so pushing the yukata off so it hangs at his sash at his waist is easy. Prying his shirt open should be easy too, as it is a weak zipper.

This is fun. He's hardly ever this rough with the ladies he has paid for in the past, but there's a sense of sadism in his personality— overpowering another person is really exciting him.

He locates Keats pulse, nipping sharply over the stream of blood pumping through before lavishing the bite mark with his tongue. ]}

You know what's annoying 'bout you? _{I mean, other than everything..}
It's gotta be..
_{[ Gintoki pulls back a moment, cheeks properly flushed from getting worked up. His half lidded gaze meets Keats' eyes and he reaches over to plurk off his glasses. ]}

..these stupid things.
_{[ yeah just gonna throw'em on the ground somewhere. ]}

[He honestly doesn't know what he's doing, or what they're doing, but he shifts his hands back to Gin's front after he pushes off the yukata, fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt as he tries to remove it. He's distracted by the bite, clenching his jaw so that he'll won't give Gin the pleasure of hearing him cry out.]

[He lets out a huff, eyebrows furrowed in angry concentration as he pulls the zipper down all the way, exposing Gin's chest. He lifts his head just in time to meet Gin's lidded gaze, and that look makes him tremble. Throwing his glasses off? It makes him tremble too, but in absolute annoyance.]

Oy, look where you're throwing those! [He says, grasping Gin by the collar to pull him in for an angry, sloppy kiss. He pulls back with a sneer, free hand trailing down Gin's chest to stop at his hip, his nails digging in.] You'll pay for them if they crack, I'll have you know.

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