【OPEN/NSFW】☆ SHAMELESS SMUT POST

[justaways]

☆ click a pic and get kinks.. looks like u only have three choices.. choose... wisely..
☆ call somebody out???
☆ treat it like a mid-fuck meme i guess...
☆ idk be completely shameless with me.... happy holidays everyone
☆ if somebody isn't here that you want for some reason let me know.... i can probably throw them out here

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for gintoki!! bc jae-ha is an old man at 25

[razzledazzles]

(OOC: SO all of his favs and yeses that apply would work great with Jae-Ha. Their kink lists match up well... So we can wing it... Let's assume this random love hotel room has whatever we need.)

[As much as they'd been drinking, even Jae-Ha feels a buzz as he checks them into the first hotel he can find. He thinks he recalls Gintoki saying something about not being able to go home, and he certainly can't return anywhere himself like this, so this would have to do. Besides, he didn't mind the company of a beautiful man so much... Even if originally he'd been aiming for a cute girl to spend the night with.

The decorations are a little unusual compared to what Jae-Ha normally expects from the country inns he's used to seeing, but the real shock is when he opens the door to the room itself. This is clearly not any ordinary hotel... Was he meant to take "love hotel" so literally? Was he? This wasn't like the normal shady places he went to, even. They were far more subtle than this!

Oh, but he's clogging up the doorway, and so he finally moves in and helps Gintoki along if he needs it.]

Well, this will do. [It's fine, this is fine... Two attractive men in a room like this... Nothing could go wrong. He's thinking along those lines.]

old men unite

[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ Gintoki hadn't expected to go home— well, not exactly home with another man, but it's not the first mistake he's made in his life. It's true, he cannot really bring anybody home with Kagura— and sometimes, Shinpachi— staying there.
It's been a pretty good while since he's really gotten to spend any kind of time like this with a person, and anybody who knows Gintoki knows that he's several things: a wanderer— not so much ever since he settled in Edo and found where he belonged— found the people that needed him. And although he is independent (hell, he grew up under many circumstances without supervision and without parents) he finds himself co-dependent to the things he loves. Like any healthy male in his late twenties, finding satisfaction by sliding skin and hot lips dwells on his mind. Unfortunately, he's usually too broke to spend the night with a pretty girl who has herself on sale.

Which leads to the next thing people know about Gintoki: he mooches. If the place they were going to stay was this guy's treat, he'll take it.

Alcohol is buzzing between his ears. Somehow through their conversations— where he was walking— it hadn't quite registered to him they were going to a love hotel. He just heard the word "hotel" and that was that. Even the vending machines that graced the hallways with all sorts of useful things didn't ring a bell, and neither did the packet they were given upon their reservation, filled with supplies they needed (and some extra) ring a bell either.

It's the luxurious room that finally grabs Gintoki's attention.

For somebody pretty, as Jae-Ha would put it, Gintoki had a bunch of disgusting and childish mannerisms. In fact, he's picking at his nose by the time Jae-Ha escorts him into the room, and once everything clicks, he flings his finger out of his nostil, a little drizzle of blood running down his face. ]</sub>

Oiii! I thought we were going to a hotel, not a little girl's room!
_{[ yeah, it's pink and flowery.. there are hearts everywhere??? Usually you pick the room you want to use, but apparently Jae-Ha told the clerk it didn't matter. ]}

[razzledazzles]

[Okay, so he's beautiful until he does things like that... Jae-Ha quietly moves over to the bed, noting some handcuffs attached to the headboard, and taps his chin with a finger.]

I wouldn't call this a little girl's room, exactly. [The pink and flowers don't take away all of the items he sees laid out or stored away, set out specifically for the guests who use this room.

Well, he still spins on his heels, falling back to sit on the edge of the bed with his hands back on the mattress.]

But the bed is softer than any other I've felt before! Don't you want to try it, Gintoki? [ha]

[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ He is! Sure, his eyes are red and lifeless looking— this guy has seen some shit in the past, but he's also really apathetic.. there was really no point into making his eyes look brighter and more interested. His hair was wiry and unkempt, probably too thick for you to run your hands through. His body, though. Hopefully Jae-Ha appreciates them well toned and laced with multiple scars.

As for his partner, well. Gintoki wouldn't easily admit how he was drawn to Jae-Ha's scent, nor the fact his hair was beautiful (he was actually pretty envious of that.) Jae-Ha had light in his eyes and a charismatic smile— Gintoki shouldn't complain too much about his choice. It'll keep him satisfied for awhile.

There's a long drawn out pause before the Western style bed creaks with Gintoki's weight pressed upon it, settling himself right next to Jae-Ha. There's a small hiccup and he rubs the back of his neck, feeling awkward. Man, it's been so long since he's done this with a guy.

He mutters, gesturing to the handcuffs and flicking them with his finger, letting them clatter against the headboard. ]</sub>

Don't suppose you mean try all of it, ah?
_{[ because it's usually a masculine trait to want to be the aggressor, right? Was it smart to think about it with them having alcohol in their system? Stay tuned. ]}

[razzledazzles]

Hmm?

[The thing about Jae-Ha is that he's more innocent than he makes himself out to be. He's not someone who sleeps around very often, preferring to simply enjoy the company of women and maybe do their nails and tell them they're pretty. He wasn't even sure where this night was going, but the idea that it could go beyond some teasing and probably-rejection from Gintoki's part seems far-fetched right now, even with him drunk. He's going along with this because he wants to, because he'd like for it to go as far as it can and he's selfish, but he doesn't actually expect it to.

On top of all that, any side comment that can be twisted and turned into a compliment is taken as one by Jae-Ha. He practically sparkles as he turns his head to Gintoki, leaning in to him a little in his curiosity.]

What's that? Are you offering? You think I'm so beautiful you can't help yourself?

[Well, sometimes he'll even take a comment that's nowhere near a compliment and turn it into one.]

[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ ... okay, so Gintoki has made a lot of regrets in his life, as mentioned. One more won't be so bad, he doesn't think, until Jae-Ha opens his mouth and starts talking like this. He hasn't been doing it that much since they started chatting at the bar (if he has, maybe Gintoki didn't notice) but one thing Gin isn't good with is admitting things like this. Jae-Ha is a pretty thing, for sure, and the more he thinks about all these perverted things he could do with him, the more tantalizing the idea is.

That smug and cocky attitude had got to stop though.
Gintoki also isn't one to initiate contact too often, but he finds himself toying with Jae-Ha's ponytail with his calloused fingers. He also leans in close to mutter, traces of sake still on his breath. ]</sub>

—Does your ass ever get jealous from all of the crap that comes out of your mouth? Seriously, don't even start talking like that. You can shut up and have a good time with me.
_{[ He'll unravel that ponytail in an instant, for god's sake, please, and let the pine colored tresses fall freely. That's better. ]}

[razzledazzles]

[He certainly hasn't been like this at the bar at all. Jae-Ha has been serious sounding and charming in his own way, probably, with nice conversation and friendly comments. Maybe there was a comment from him about how Gintoki seems like such a fit man, or that he's beautiful (somehow), but they would just as likely come with a teasing comment to soften the sincerity of it.

At him leaning close like that, though, desire is more difficult to ignore. His ribbon is pulled out of his hair with ease, and the amount of hair that falls free at his back is a lot more than the ponytail might have looked. Jae-Ha has lost that sparkling smile to replace it with something of a smirk now, staring challengingly at Gintoki.]

My, I hadn't taken you as the shy type. [How fun.] If you'd like to deny it, I won't stop you... But if you're serious about that invitation, I should warn you... I'm something of a monster.

[It's a challenge he'd like him to rise to meet, honestly, but he's also a little worried beyond all of that— he really does hate this dragon leg of his.]

you know who!

[laion]

//OOC: my kinklist is "furry" so this can safely go anywhere with whatever you're comfortable with!

[ it's always been difficult for Aion to keep his eyes off of Crow during performances. after all, his fiery passion fueled the entire band and his vocals sometimes drew a black tear from the dark god's eyes. small in stature, but big in everything else he did, his admiration and love for the other guitarist is always on display on stage.

though, it was fun to provoke the rodent into baring his fangs. but even with the teasing, Aion still looked down on him with fondness. through his fingers, of course.

he slips into the ever-familiar looking green room, noting a strange addition: a sturdy looking table. a perfect place for Aion to settle down onto, one leg over the other. his arm, folded across his body with one hand cover his mouth and and nose. a perfect place for him, right in front of the door.

he'll wait for Crow. the others were heading back to get food. they can have their fun. ]

;0

[cattlemilk]

<sub>[ Of course that Aion is going to put himself on a place where he can be posed. It's the most common sight for Crow everyday— seeing the tall lion with his chin held high, eyes leering through his finger tips, some ominous speaking through his lips. Whatever Aion wanted to discuss with Crow, he was willing to listen.. because he, too, respected Aion and his talent after all they have been through, even if he harassed him a lot.

Aion can hear Crow before he arrives, little feet stomping their way through. He even kicks the door open to.. assert his presence, I guess. ]</sub>

OI, WIMPION!!
This better be important..!

_{[ it won't be the first time they've.. made out, at least. It's something that's been going on behind the scenes for awhile now. ]}

;3c

[laion]

[ he looks sternly at Crow through his gate made by his fingers. another hole made by the doorknob will certainly invite a wave of complaints that the president would have to deal with. still, it spoke to the enthusiasm(???) that the rodent had to enter in that manner. ]

Of course it is important. [ a slightly irritated grunt. ] This dark god has been anticipating your presence for a long time. [ not really. ] You are aware of how much I require it, especially after a performance like that.

[ and he uncrosses his legs, using the hand that isn't acting as a shield to pat his leg. his thigh. ]

Come. Entertain me.

[ though, whether Crow decides to do that or not--- it's up to him? he's a feisty one. too cute. very smoochable. sorry am i rambling or what ]

[cattlemilk]

Yeah, okay, whatever! I'm here now. I bet you want ALMIGHTY CROW'S attention all to yourself, don't'ya?
_{[ He is speaking... not very seriously at first, but then he stands right in front of Aion, his hands on his hips. ]}

I've got just the thing for you—
<sub>[ Give him a moment to...

pull the Red Tomahawk off of his back and give it a good, hearty strum.
No, Crow. That's not what he means by entertainment. ]</sub>

Be prepared to have your socks set aflame by this fallen angel's passion!
_{[ ANOTHER HEARTY STRUM. PLS. He doesn't even notice the invitation, oh my god. Stop him, please. ]}

[laion]

[ well... that's definitely not what he was expecting from Crow. at least he had the first part right, wanting to have his complete and utter attention.

but this! it's endearing and in the end, his plan certainly would end with his band mate vocalizing his passion. just not like this. ]

Crow.

[ and to show how serious he is, he lowers the guarding hand. the one that always stayed close to his face. this is a Big Deal. ]

Come.

[ then he opens his arms wide and only slightly awkward-like... ah, he's not that big, just tall... ]

[cattlemilk]

<sub>[ oh.. this is awkward. It takes Crow a moment— he really wasn't the sharpest one in the band (none of them are, really.)
His ears perk upward as he notices he isn't receiving praise from Aion, but rather he's getting his attention again and reaching out forward.

Oh.
Ooooh.

Crow gets it, though his face flushes a light pink as he turns away to put his instrument down carefully. ]</sub>

Y-You gotta be more specific, idiot! Like I can always know what you're thinking and what you want! For real, jeeze.

<sub>[ Nevertheless, for somebody going off, Crow takes no hesitation in crawling onto the lap he was invited to sit on and burrow his face into Aion's chest. In fact, he was speaking just as he was doing this. He shifts, just for a moment, to straddle his short legs around Aion's small body, not daring to look at him right this instant.

He's embarrassed he misunderstood what you wanted, that's all. ]</sub>

karamatsu; cw: incest and a lot of gross shit probably

[ichimyatsu]

[He couldn't really tell you how he ended up in this situation, but it probably involved borderline alchohol poisoning between two lightweights and Ichimatsu's own tendency to forget how affectionate and honest drinking made him. It was a lot of why he didn't drink.]

[He'd always had the most complicated of feelings for the second-born of their six, Karamatsu. The blue-clad second eldest was confident and flamboyant, not afraid to draw attention to himself and arrogant to a nearly laughable degree. He was literally everything Ichimatsu was not, though he couldn't ever pinpoint if he was simultaneously everything he wanted to be or not. Sure, he wanted to be confident. Sure, he wanted to be complimented. Did that mean he wanted to wear pants covered in sequins and shirts emblazoned with his own face? Probably not.]

[Sometime in their high school years, when Karamatsu had discovered drama club and Ichimatsu had discovered depression, a previously normal sibling relationship between the second and the fourth was all but disemboweled. Somewhere in that time frame Ichimatsu snapped, and his jealousy and desire to be as comfortable in his own skin as Karamatsu seemed greatly overshadowed his love of his family. He became hateful and negative, and Karamatsu became the family punching bag for his outlandish, embarrassing displays when they should have all been learning out to accept their differences.]

[And now, at the curious and sexually exploratory age of twenty-three, Ichimatsu had gotten himself and his brother unreasonably drunk for their respective tolerances (which, to be fair, was only one six pack of Sapporo, slightly unevenly split) and was laying on him on the couch in their bedroom. He hadn't stopped smiling for nearly thirty minutes and his face hurt, but he'd also been mashing his lips into Karamatsu's everything for most of that time, so he couldn't really tell if it was because his muscles were sore from the expression or if his skin was just tired of being repeatedly crushed into another person.]

[He laughed throatily and brought the very same smiling lips to Karamatsu's earlobe, exhaling and gumming at the skin, letting his hands wander under the hem of the blue parka on his brother's upper half.]

So are you just ticklish or is this actually turning you on?

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ whaaaat are they dooooooing?
Seriously. The rest of them had gone out for the evening and Karamatsu had insisted that he stay behind with Ichimatsu for an unexplained reason. It was really because he didn't want Ichimatsu to get lonely here by himself. Even with Ichimatsu's insults and bantering, it didn't deter Karamatsu from caring for him and treating him like proper family. A conflicting tension lay underneath his chipper behavior and kind smile— there was some bitterness in his heart from being treated so wrongly by all of them.. but Ichimatsu the most.

And still, he couldn't find the gall to treat Ichimatsu poorly. Not when his brother already knew he was garbage.

Insults, belittling, ignoring and now this— kissing and swappinf saliva like it was nothing when obviously it was a big deal. A huge deal. You don't do this if you're siblings.

...it was confusing.

Of course whatever Ichimatsu was doing was a turn on. He felt like he was indulging in something dangerous and scandalous, and it felt good. God, what would their mother think?

He ignores the question all together to point out something. ]</sub>

Ah, well. Y-You haven't stopped smiling since...!
_{[ why was he treating this sentence like a come-back? ]}

[ichimyatsu]

That doesn't answer my question.

[He shifts, pointedly pressing their hips together, and runs the tip of his tongue along the shell of Karamatsu's ear.]

[He knew what they were doing was wrong-- Hell, maybe that was part of why he was doing it. Maybe Karamatsu would finally grow the testicles Ichimatsu had been waiting for him to drop and fight back if he did something this unhinged. Maybe this would be the straw that broke the camel's back. But really, he knew better, because Karamatsu loved attention, loved attention so much, that anything from the usually hateful Ichimatsu would have been accepted with open arms.]

[Even, it seemed, kissing and frotting on the family couch.]

[glitterpants]

I.. do no want to give an answer to that question—
<sub>[ His whole body squirms when he feels his ear being toyed with, chills running down his spine and tickling him right at the base of his vertebrae. He breathes through his teeth, obviously concerned about what was going on, but not resisting Ichimatsu. In fact, he's going to grab Ichimatsu's face and pull him away from his ear and look at him in the eyes, trying to mask his nervousness with his own smile.

It's true, he loves attention. ]</sub>

I do hope that will not cause any problems.
_{[ The pad of his thumb runs fondly along Ichimatsu's cheek before he pulls him down, meshing their lips together in a heated kiss.
He's really stiff and Ichimatsu can probably feel it. He doesn't have to answer the question for Ichimatsu to get an answer. ]}

[ichimyatsu]

[He just raises his eyebrows when Karamatsu evades the question, looking vaguely smug at the fact that it basically got answered without having to be in as many words. He opens his mouth to make some likely smart comment, then, but winds up getting dragged into a kiss instead.]

[Well, that at least meant he was enjoying it, if nothing else. He reciprocates the gesture, pressing forward and leaning into him.]

Mmm, not really. Especially if you keep that up.

[glitterpants]

Tch.. f—fine, then. It's a personal question.
<sub>[ ok but you can still go ahead and do all of this with your twin?? c'mon, now.
But, that's good, cause Karamatsu is horrible at admitting stuff like that. Sure, he can confess roses and flowers and love to somebody, but heaven forbid he outwardly admits his kinks. Can't have that.
He keeps kissing Ichimatsu's mouth, rapid, hungry kisses that only stop for him to pant hotly in the space between them, but he shows no signs of unzipping his pants. His hips only roll upwards to feel the sweet friction through his denims, earning a whine through the back of his throat.

His hands cradle his brother's hips, seeming to throw all worry to the wind in the heated moment, fingertips sliding down to curve around Ichimatsu's ass. His face and ears are tinted brightly— no, he's not going to suggest rubbing their dicks together. Don't even think about it. Looks like it's up to Ichimatsu. ]</sub>

Karamatsu: College Roommate AU; assumed CR

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba adjusts the setting on his phone to capture the scene in it's entirety - Karamatsu's request, actually, not his. He's embarrassed by the exposure, the fact that he knows there will be a record of their encounter. Just pushing the button makes his skin light up from head to toe as he suddenly feels gripped with self-consciousness.

He's about to be intimate with his boyfriend... his roommate... but he promised this won't be shared. This is just something between them. Despite the deceptive ease of pushing that button, this had taken quite a lot of convincing. Karamatsu by himself is hardly influential by default. This was the culmination of years of trust and knowledge and... no shortage of feelings that grew over time.

Aoba might have fooled around in his youth, but this was different. Karamatsu was... uh. Different. And that was putting it mildly. Let's not get too caught up in the how such a relationship has developed. ]

Y-you promise no one else is going to see this, right?

[ He's already dying of embarrassment, because being on camera, even with the intention of deleting all evidence of their encounter shortly after is humiliation enough. He drops his face into the pillows first, his body spread out over the bed and long blue hair cascading over his shoulders and back. The rest of him is clad only in stockings and a lingerie more suited for a woman with a curvier figure, his own scrawny figure fitting into the lacy garment except for where the top bunches where it doesn't quite fit over his flat chest.

At least this humiliation is shared with them alone, right? ]

...K-Karamatsu? [ Wasn't he going to come in? ]

just remember, you wanted this

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ How could he not be curious about this? As a media major, filming the actual progress of it all seemed right up his alley. He was a bit pedantic about instructing Aoba how to use the camera. Karamatsu was, in fact, in the bathroom with the door open as Aoba spoke to him-- he probably hadn't even gotten a good look at his boyfriend-roommate thing as he was busy getting ready himself. His attire, for now, covered most of his body, but it was a simple bathrobe.

He couldn't exactly promise he wouldn't show anyone else. Aoba might be a little actor and he doesn't even know it! ]</sub>

Heh. Don't you worry, sunshine. Nobody knows what we're doing.
<sub>[ that doesn't mean he won't go out and tell them, but who knows. Karamatsu might equally be embarrassed when it's all said and done.
The small noises Aoba makes simply working the camera sends the hairs on his neck sticking up-- it was exciting to have a camera put on him. He loved it.

He lingers in the bathroom doorway, posed as he sweeps his fingers through his on hair. ]</sub>

Ah? Aren't you going to sit up for a little bit?

you brought it up... and I'm weak vs. failsmut/comedy

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba must have a fetish for misfits to be in this sort of relationship, he only seems to attract rejects of all sorts, ranging from the reprehensible criminal type to... well, NEETs.

God, what does that make him? Aoba grinds his face a little harder into the pillows as if somehow he could bury his embarrassment alive or scrub the unhappy thought from his brain. But still. Karamatsu was his boyfriend, wasn't he supposed to take responsibility for that somehow?

His neck nearly creaks as he turns his head, looking at him through a curtain of blue hair. It's bad enough that he can see the camera at the end of the bed, but looking through the open door of the bathroom to see him in a fluffy white robe... ugh. This is like every bad porn that's ever existed. ]

...M-mm.

[ Aoba relents with that small sound of consent as he struggles with himself, then pushes his hands down onto the bed to sit up. His hair hangs down his back, giving him every appearance of a slim woman's figure until he turns around. ]

It's just -- [ He hesitates, wondering how to adequately describe what's wrong with this situation. There's so much. Too much. ]

Stockings feel weird... my legs feel so tight and dull and this garment...

[ ...Okay, he has to admit that it looks kinda nice, but it feels tight in strange places. Do girls really like wearing this stuff?? ]

I'm not sure if this type of 'roleplay' is going to help you become a famous movie star, Karamatsu-kun.

;*

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ I mean, yes, you are supposed to take responsibility for it.. but it's probably a lot more responsibility than you were imagining. Karamatsu's eyes squint slightly, taking in Aoba's image with a satisfying hum (remember, he has glasses here!) and takes a moment to fix his hair. Was the camera on? He gives it one glance to see the red light flashing and--
That's all she fucking wrote. It goes downhill from here. History.

He advances until he reaches the edge of the bed, one hand dropping to gently hold Aoba beneath his chin. Was that sweat on his brow? That was definitely sweat on his brow. Karamatsu was nervous, but he does this great thing: hiding it. ]</sub>

Fame, and things of that sort, are fragments of happiness. They are here and gone the next day-- but you and who you are.. I believe the kind of happiness you can give me will last an eternity.

Ah, yes, it is a dream to have fame.. to make it big! But I feel as if there is the chance it would not work out, going to this university here and meeting you made it well worth it, my honey.

_{[ will he shut up???? the answer is no. ]}

puts a hand over his mouth forever

[bottombitch]

[ Isn't that a lot of over-the-top dialogue? But this is... normal for Karamatsu. He should be used to it, but he doesn't think he'll ever get there. Not in a million years. There is a special sort of resignation required of Aoba in this relationship, the kind that makes Aoba question if he's a little bit masochistic to tolerate all these painful, cringe-worthy moments.

But when Aoba sees he's sweating, he thinks that he's also kind of cute. He really tries hard, doesn't he? ]

Kara-kun! D-don't...

[ Oh, there it is. This is why he likes him so much. Even though it's embarrassing and wordy, sometimes a few things emerge from the confusing mess that sound really, truly sweet. Aoba feels color bloom in his cheeks, but he can't turn his face away with his chin lifted and held like this.

He thinks it's time for him to do something, so he lifts one of those legs. He's skinny but flexible, and although the stockings dull the sensations on his skin, he hooks his toes into the loose knot of his robe and pulls it down, then leans back slightly to slip his foot up and along his chest and stomach to push the robe open. ]

I-it's embarrassing when you say those kind of things so earnestly.

[ Which is basically always. ]

he'll lick it

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ And there is the reason he likes Aoba so much. Or one of them. He could write a textbook essay about Aoba and he probably has, somewhere, stashed between both terrible poetry and cheap porn he keeps somewhere secretive. Aoba gives him positive attention— desire, even— something that he's certain he hasn't come across so genuinely in his entire life.

Maybe, just maybe, Aoba will fixate on Karamatsu's face, or even the gold chain around his neck, but certainly not what's below his waist: his half hardness cradled in a blue leopard print thong. Please, dear God, don't let your eyes wander down there just yet. ]</sub>

What sort of things? How your hair is beautiful as the vast ocean? Or your eyes are like a pair of sunflowers in the summertime?

_{[ His hand shifts to hold Aoba at the calf, preventing him from pushing his robe off completely. ]}

Or I could talk about how gorgeous your heart is instead. Heh, would you prefer that?
_{[ He slides his hand up along the inside of Aoba's leg to try and remove one of those stockings. If Aoba observes closely, again, there's a small sign of his nervousness: his ears are turning pink. ]}