【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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[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ "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. ]</sub>

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. ]}

[headlining]

[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.