Hey titty master how about Kamui with the word "ribbons"~ ;-D
TITTY MASTER- now that's a name I haven't heard in years
This was just itchin' to be NSFW, so I made it NSFW, cheers!
Warm fingers glide over the section of the ribbons that cross over your lower stomach, curiously perusing the contrast in the softness of naked skin and the coolness of silk— then, without warning, the whole palm slides down your stomach, down to there to cup fully against the curve of you.
It's like 0 cracked up to a full 100. Warmth to blistering heat. You flinch from the sudden overwhelming contact, sucking in air for a strangled gasp and craning your head to get a better view at what's being done to you, but before you can, the ribbon wrapped around your throat is grabbed and you're unceremoniously pulled back by the neck against the firm body behind you.
"I thought I told you to be still," Kamui says, cheerfully admonishing, his fingers playfully tugs at your neck, just to hear your breath rattle in your throat again. His other hand nestles itself firmer against your mound, thumbing tight teasing circles against your aching clit. A long finger finds its way to your soaked slit, cruelly pushing right in— oh fucking hell, how the fuck are you going to be still now? "How can I enjoy my gift if my gift can't listen?"
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Hi hi may I ask a headcannon with kamui and kagura with a big sister reader (I want these two as my little brother and sister even if this family is a mess lmao)
I love this family with my whole heart <3
He’d be clingy, no way around it; you were there for him n kagura, you took care of them when their mom and dad couldn’t
Kamui would feel indebted to you and try to pay back that kindness once he’s older, but in his own way (getting you a bunch of tasty food and eats most of it)
I can see him being protective of you. If you happen to go with Kagura to Earth, he’s not going to let Gintoki, Hijikata, Kondo, Okita, or any man get close to you.
If you stayed on the ship with Kamui at any point, I think he would terrorize Abuto for going near you, even though it’s bound to happen LMAOOOO; if it was like Takasugi, I think it would be tense and hostile like when those two first met
She’s also very clingy, but she’s much more obvious about it and she simply doesn’t care to hide it
Drags you to meet Gintoki, Shinpachi, and the others because she wants one of the most important people in her life to meet the others who hold a big place in her heart as well
I don’t think she’ll be protective over you, but she would be wary of certain people maybe; I can see her being okay with Gintoki (obviously) and Hijikata being
Will absolutely tear Okita to shreds, he would for sure be petty and flirt with you just to piss Kagura off; however, I can see her being elated if you befriended Tsukuyo or Otae since she loves them
All in all, these babies absolutely adore you <333
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Naughty s/o with be-bop Kamui-kun, pls? 🥺
I am the whole circus for making you wait this long. Thank you for the undeserving patience!
Kamui-kun is the boss. The head honcho. The top dog. A king, even. Rules with a tight fist and a moody cowlick and a monstrous temper that smooths itself into a terrifying smile. The position didn’t come without cause. In a too-small, rotting building full of mean-faced delinquents with peas for brains and muscled bodies that transcend any logical explanations except for regular steroid use with their morning cup of milk, Yato High School is a forsaken wasteland of pubescent beasts stuffed into poorly-fitted uniforms and desks. (For crying out loud, the gates are barbed and electric, to protect the law-abiding populace from those horrible crimin- kids.) And Kamui, who looks ridiculously puny next to a regular YHS punk, had managed to toss the whole hierarchy upside-down and place his brazen tush on a mountain of half-dead punks within the same day of his transfer.
Ever since then, no one has dared to step a single toe out of line for fear of their lives. If they do, well, that’s just natural selection at work.
Everyone but Kamui lives with their breath abated. Everyone but Kamui... and you.
Kamui’s girl. There’s blasphemy just from typing that out, it feels. School life is hard as is, dealing with Kamui-kun, but then his girl (who is not officially his girl but his girl nonetheless because Kamui-kun had implicitly-explicitly declared so), who is his equal in devilry, comes along and school becomes the 10th circle of hell.
At first, none of the lesser punks have any idea how something purdy and good-smellin’ a fine gal like you managed to land yourself an enrollment in the worst school on earth, but things become crystal-clear the moment a burly goon dares to try and touch you. You lay him flat on his ass, quicker than anyone sees, and once the stunned audience figure out that you just took out a boy thrice your size, their mocking ape hoots and wolf whistles fizzle out as you smile, you smile, like nothing happened, your eyes dancing bright and merry. At first, with some uneasy feeling of déjà vu, they think it’s a fluke because their male prides are on the line. More fool them. With just a few more take-downs similar to the first and no less bewildering, they finally come to the realization that someone like you managed to get in the worst school because you are one of the worst.
Word spreads like fire, some grossly exaggerated and some true, and once Kamui-kun from the class over gets a whiff of the smoke, he decides to seek out who the fuss is all about, and figure if they’re even worth the attention himself.
And oh, to his delight, he is not disappointed. Not at all. For a girl, you’re good. Really good. You aren’t particularly strong. Not even stronger than one of the lesser weaklings. But you’re quick and fluid. On your feet and with your mind. Using the thing between your clever ears instead of brute strength to counter his moves, all the while mirroring his pleased smile with an almost-flirty one of your own. He’s never quite met anything like you. So entertaining. So interesting. It’s almost love at first sight, straight from a shojo manga. Almost. It takes probably another month or two of him seeking you out, with each encounter feeling less like an itch for a good fight and just an excuse to stay in your company, and you easily taking him on, whether with words or force, for everyone with their pea-sized brains to be one hundred fucking percent sure that Kamui-kun is smitten. Completely smitten.
Everything you do would be a death sentence for anyone else. It’s just you who he allows to get close to him like this. In between the tussle: Scolding him. Teasing him. Tugging his braid and cowlick. Stealing his melonpan. He’s a fucking saint for you, allowing the audacity to pass with good humor that sprouted out of nowhere. It gives Abuto the heebie-jeebies. Because Kamui so clearly looks like he’s enjoying it.
Yeah, there’s no official relationship between you and Kamui-kun. No girlfriend, no boyfriend, none of that at the moment. But that doesn’t mean the incomprehensible dance you and him go through accounts for nothing. Because it does account for something. Kamui doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t owe anyone an explanation for what you two have going on, but it’s so painfully obvious that he’s staked his claim.
He doesn’t skip anymore. He’s probably got the best attendance out of the whole damned school. It can’t be him finally realizing that education is important for his future. Instead, it’s him showing up at the gates in time before the bell rings, humming a jolly tune and parting the crowds, stunned at his unusual appearance, to get to you before classes start. It’s him propping himself against a tree after school, ignoring Abuto’s invitation to hang out to karaoke in favor of looking up at the school building with an unreadable gaze, and smiling eagerly when you finally emerge from it. You’ve made school exciting for him. How could he not show up?
Look, you’re not the smartest when it comes to math, but with what piss-poor grade Kamui’s got makes you feel genius by comparison. You try to teach it to him with smug superiority, but he’s also a piss-poor student go-figure. Refusing to look at the workbook in lieu of your face. You feel prickles from his study of you, his eyes unblinking as you try to focus on teaching him proofs and theorems.
Dropping his prized jacket— otherwise unthinkable— around your shoulder when the weather gets chilly, and laughing while dodging your attempts to give it back to him because all he has underneath is a thin shirt. He likes it when you return it to him, another excuse to have you come to him, and his jacket is folded neatly in a bag and smelling of your laundry detergent. And when it rains and the most cliche thing happens? The both of you having no umbrella because plot device (actually, Abuto tried to hand Kamui his umbrella but Kamui had snapped it into perfect twos and tossed it out the window; Abuto will have to fend in the rain himself) and Kamui gleefully tugging you against him and swishing his jacket up as makeshift cover while you both make a run for it.
Anyone dumb enough to try and flirt with you (Rare as it is, it does happen. In YHS, there is a male-to-female ratio of 100:1. You’re the only female-looking thing in miles. Some hot-headed brute is bound to try his luck.) and they don’t exist anymore- poof- and the only evidence of their once-existence is the red specks on Kamui’s hand as he claps away the dust. There’s no one bold enough to look at you for more than two seconds because Kamui is there glued by your side, dropping his smile when you look away and widening his blue eyes a fraction in warning towards anything with a stick and two acorns. Look away, he silently mouths, before quirking a corner of a lip up in snarling not-smile. He doesn’t have to say it twice.
As Gandhi once said: “She was his queen. And God help anyone who dared to disrespect his queen.”
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