【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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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.]

oh same..........

[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ Gintoki may be a scoundrel and a pervert, but one thing he never is would be too forceful with a woman— a crass remark or joke, but he'd never force himself on them. Though, he can tell that maybe something is bothering this blond haired beauty that takes her work probably more serious than her own happiness.

Riza was strong and skilled, something Gintoki could admire about her. It's attractive the way she just so easily turns him down, and although he won't pressure, he cannot help but tease: ]</sub>

—Back to the noisy unit with those loud monkeys you got to keep in line.
<sub>[ Gintoki wasn't against the police like, say, his best friend was (I mean, it made sense.. Katsura was a criminal) but he didn't favor them as much as some people might have.

That didn't mean he didn't want the best for them, though. ]</sub>

It's just an ordinary night, ah?
_{[ oh, there he goes, getting up from his seat now.
If he goes home by himself, it'll be an ordinary night for him too. ]}

I think you deserve better.
_{[ Gintoki, don't be arrogant. ]}