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cherryluvrx3 · 10 months

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Okita Sougo Not SFW Alphabet

Gender-neutral reader

CW: hard sadist/masochist dynamics. He’s gross and a freak, expect the extremes. Mentions of reader getting penetrated. Mentions of him having some nasty kinks.

Do people even care about Gintama anymore??? I just started getting into it and the lack of fics is heart breaking

I don’t even like hardcore sadism (on me) tbh idk why he’s my favorite but I love him soooo much my little Princess <3

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

There’s different kinds of sex that you guys have, sometimes just regular or standard stuff you’d have with any other guy but other times full on BDSM fantasies that would make 50 Shades Of Grey look vanilla. With that being said, the aftercare would depend on what type of sex you’ve guys had. If it was something incredibly taxing and rough on your body, he’d show you a rarely sweet side to him. His hands would be the gentlest ever as he washed you and soothed any bruises he might’ve caused on your skin. He’d clean and tidy up before tucking you into bed. If you mention how nice he was the next day he’d flick your forehead and change the subject.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part might have to be his face. He likes that his cute face hides his true nature well. But he’d also like his hands because they’re rough and calloused from all his training and hard work and they look so perfect wrapped around your throat.

On his partner he’d also like their face. He probably has a folder in his phone just filled with different expressions that he’s brought out of you. Faces of embarrassment, neediness, desperation, shyness, defiance, humiliation, and his favorites being ones where you look utterly fucked out of your mind and brainless.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He loves cumming both on you and in you. He sometimes has an inner battle on whether or not he should pull out.

Cumming inside gives him a hot, proud feeling knowing that he’s marked you in a way so intimately. He loves spreading you open and watching his cum leak out of you only to swipe it back up with his fingers and shove it back into you, reprimanding you for wasting the ‘gift’ he left you.

Cumming on you, your face specifically, gets him shivering in satisfaction. Nothing strokes his ego more than watching his beloved with his sticky cum dripping down their face. The fact it’s so borderline disrespectful is what really gets him off. The way you’re letting him do this to you. And the sinfulness of it all spreads to your everyday life. He can’t help but think about it while you’re talking to and treating others with a smile like those lips haven’t been coated and defiled with his cum.

He’s honestly a huge asshole and sometimes cums a bit on your hair on purpose because he knows it grosses you out and pisses you off.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s an undeniable fact that he’s the dominant one in your relationship. The thought of anyone trying to top him is honestly laughable and something he’d never allow.

But…

He has on occasion, let his mind wander to fantasies of what it would be like to submit to you. Especially if you’re someone he’s been with for a long time and genuinely trusts and loves. He has a hard time expressing his emotions without reverting back to his asshole ‘I don’t care about anything’ attitude. He wants to tell you he loves you so dearly and that he’d gladly give himself up to you entirely but he can never bring himself to admit it.

So force the words out of him. Force him to admit how much he belongs to you. How his body exists to be used to entertain and please you.

As fast as his mind conjures up these thoughts though, he throws them out the window even faster. He’s so wrapped up in his own pride he can’t even let himself fantasize in peace.

Another thing he enjoys about this scenario is the thought of revenge. After having his body ravaged and used by you, he’d imagine all the things he’d do to you to make sure you don’t forget your place under him. Giving out punishment when you actually deserve it tastes much sweeter and he'd be so excited to pay you back for everything you did to him and then some.

All hypothetical of course! He’d never tell you any of these fantasies. Only way this could happen is if you follow your own selfish desires to have him submit to you and really follow through. You can’t half ass it because even though it’s something he secretly wants, there’s no way he’s going down without a fight.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Depends on how old he is at the time. At 18 he has an idea of what he wants and the things he likes but at 24, he’s pretty experienced and has been around. Not really any serious or meaningful relationships, just ones with masochistic sluts who let him do whatever he wanted

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He has a lot of positions he likes and goes through but if he had to choose one… probably good ol’ missionary. Mainly because he’s on top and can see your face.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He technically does joke but it’s more teasing and mocking you then actually trying to be funny

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s well groomed, he doesn’t like it to be a mess but it’s not something he meticulously takes care of either.

His hair is slightly darker than the hair on his head.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

I guess it depends because like I said before there's different kinds of sex you guys have but usually, he’s not romantic. He’s just fulfilling his fucked up kinky desires.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

If he has a choice he’d prefer not to, he’d rather have you gagging and slobbering on him over his boring hand any day but if you’re not around or willing to, he’ll settle. He has pics of you to get him through it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Ohhh boy…

Jeez I actually don’t want to like… expand on all of them cuz we’ll be here all day.. so I’ll just list them lol.

BDSM, leash & collaring, pet play, spanking, roleplay, choking, exhibitionism, public sex, oral, marking, recording, humiliation, desperation, orgasm denial, bondage, toys, rough sex, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mind break, anal, face-fucking, cock worship, creampie, facials, saliva swallowing, spitting, corruption, degradation, discipline, objectification, crying, handcuffs, sensory deprivation, biting, breeding, wetting, piss drinking, watersports

I know some of these are gross but he’s a freak idk what to tell you I’m just being realistic 💀

I think it goes without saying but this is stuff he’s doing to you.

Also if you don’t like any of these that’s fine, he’s not gonna force it on you. I mean he’ll try to persuade you but if you seriously don’t want to then he won’t be seriously upset. It’s not like he needs all of these kinks to have sexual satisfaction, they’re just things he enjoys and gets off to.

Also.. remember his dirty secret? They’re things he wouldn’t mind you doing to him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Your apartment because it’s a space where you both could prep for some real crazy shit and clean up easily. Since he lives at the Shinsengumi headquarters, there’s not that much freedom or privacy you both could have there. He likes the thought of public sex but understands if you don’t. Plus he’s a cop so he shouldn’t really be doing scandalous things like that anyways.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Lots of things to be honest. He enjoys arguing with and pissing you off so that he could ‘put you in your place’ but he’s also a fan of when you’re obedient. He has a love/hate relationship with bratty types because he likes being in control but the thought of breaking you or forced submission is something he loves. Being super sweet and kind to him makes him think ‘ohh I have to ruin them..’ a sweet s/o would really bring out his corruption kink. Acting clueless to his sexual innuendos and advances will get him hot and he’d be more than willing to give a private demonstration.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

In early stages of your relationship, you dominating him is completely off the table, an absolute hard no. He has to build up his trust in you for you to be able to see such a vulnerable side of him.

Also, I’m kinda on the fence with this, I think he’d hate the thought of sharing you. He might like to show you off, like he’s done with walking that one girl on a leash down the street, but the thought of someone actually touching you would make him sick. He’s a very jealous person, he doesn’t mind people looking because he’s very proud to have you but he’s the only one allowed to use you. They can look, can’t touch.

Also scat and vomit stuff, that’s too nasty.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He lovessss receiving. If he could keep you on his dick 24/7 he would. He loves seeing your mouth stretched open around him while a mix of drool and precum leaks past your lips. The messier it gets the better, he gets so hot and bothered at the thought of ruining your pretty face, having it slick with a crude mix of spit and cum.

He’d totally slap you with his dick too lol like he’d pull out, give a few wet slaps to your cheek and lips before plunging back down your throat.

Oh yeah he’s a big facefucking enjoyer.

If you let him, he’d grab the sides of your head and use you like a fleshlight. He’d lock his legs behind your head and forcefully hold you down, choking you because he’s an asshole. As you struggle and cry he’d just resist the urge not to cum then and there.

Also like I mentioned in C, he loves cumming in and out of you. Usually he doesn’t warn you, you’re just gonna have to guess based on his reactions because he likes giving you evil surprises. Like boom cum down the throat and now you’re choking or boom cum in your eye. If you complain about it enough then he’ll start to warn you because he does feel just a bit guilty of seeing you in genuine pain and peril. Just a bit though.

He’s pretty skilled at giving but he doesn’t do it often. He makes it his personal goal to learn every little weak spot to drive you crazy, he wants to know you better than you do. So eventually he’ll become a pro at making you cum with his mouth but he just doesn’t do it much. It’s mainly like,, an entree or teaser before the real show.

In a situation where you're dominant though… SIT ON HIS FACE! FUCK HIS FACE! USE HIM!! He might cum untouched just from the aggression and thought of being used as an object hehe.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s a mix of it all and does whatever he feels like. Usually likes going fast and aggressive to overwhelm you but as soon as you’re about to cum he’ll slow down and mock your whines and begging for him to speed up. When you two are having a sweeter time together though, he’d go slow and deep, trying to enjoy and feel you as much as possible, kissing beneath your ear and neck and starting to speed up once he feels he’s about to cum.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s fine with them, he doesn’t particularly love them but they get the job done when he wants you and there isn’t much time. But he’ll usually prefer to thoroughly enjoy you. Might see it as a personal challenge to get you to cum fast but sometimes if he’s feeling especially mean he’ll go, “I have to be in a meeting in 5 minutes, if you can’t cum that’s your own problem.” And he actually will leave you high and dry.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

There’s a lot of things he’s into and willing to try. He’ll practically say yes to anything unless it changes the power balance between you too. Things like that might take some extra convincing and persuasion but he could also see it as ‘I scratch your back, you scratch mine’, if you want something from him, you’ll have to give up something in return. Wanna peg him? Then let him walk you with a leash so he could “potty train” you. A lot of times the odds are unbalanced but he’s hard to persuade otherwise.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can probably cum twice, three if he’s really energetic. He has good stamina from training and personal experience but he’s still only human. Most of the time is spent making you cum anyways.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Absolutely. He has so much shit with him you’d think he has a premium membership with the local sex shop. You don’t even know where he keeps it because again he doesn’t have much privacy back at the Shinsengumi headquarters since they have routine inspections but whatever. They’re pretty much all stuff he uses on you, he’s never really bought anything for himself/own personal use (like a fleshlight) and doesn’t really see the need to. He thinks toys should be used on his partner.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ABSOLUTELY!!! Being a massive asshole is his whole fetish. He on a daily basis thinks of shit he could do to piss you off or tease you. Seeing you in tears, whining and crying is like fuel to his existence.

If he ever managed to piss you off to the point of tears, part of him would feel guilty but the other part of him would show through the rock hard boner he has in his pants.

During sex, he’ll ignore his own needy cock if it means making you suffer more. Hell, he might even cum just from the teasing he does to you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s fairly vocal but it’s mostly degrading, mocking, teasing words or commands he’s barking at you. When he’s actually inside you he’ll try not to moan, mostly because he’s shy and a little embarrassed, thinking that moaning is a sign of being weak to how good you feel. He usually covers up his moans with more degrading words and dirty talk.

(If you ever managed to top him, he’d be a very bratty bottom. Talking nonstop shit to the point you gotta just gag him. Only take it off after successfully breaking him so that the only sounds he makes are fucked up babbles and whines of how much he wants to cum)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Under normal circumstances it would be pretty hard to get him in a subspace or submissive mood but being incredibly loving and doting on him makes it hard for him to tease you. (This is something that would only work if you had been together for a while and he really loved you)

Late at night, laying in bed with him, start placing kisses on his neck and caress his body. If he asks what you’re doing just say “I’m just trying to give you some love,” and go back to smothering him in affection. It’s hard for him to accept at first and his natural instinct is to take control of the situation but if you stay strong and confident through it, by the end you could be on top of him and maybe he’d end up in tears by the overall intensity and intimacy of it all.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s about an average size in length but is a bit on the thicker side. His tip is pretty well pronounced too. Not super veiny- actually he had pretty much only one thick vein you could easily see on the side. It’s a slightly tanner color than the rest of his skin and the tip gets reddish when he’s close to cumming.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, he’s a young active guy who (I think) is a bit hypersexual. A lot of the time he’s capable of control and restraint but sexual thoughts plague his mind often.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends on how long you guys had been going for but usually since he has good stamina, he has enough energy to stay awake to clean up you and the area before he goes to sleep but if you’re topping him, he’ll probably be really sleepy and drained.

#gintama #gintama x reader #okita sougo #okita #sougo #gintama smut #smut

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diorsbrando · 1 year

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okita okita okita moaning in your ear while rocking his hips deep into yours :( sougo & the look of evil on his face while mocking your cute little whines, while laughing when you get real impatient and real mean ab his your dick <333

this is another ask i've been saving <33 i love u sem and you're probably like my only (?) gintama moot😭 if there are more of you out there please come forward i'm begging you. also i'm sorry this ask is so late sdkfjhsdkj i'm clearing out my inbox buttt yes !! ur brain is so big and beautiful babe for this thought ;(( used my pink dividers just for this

okita is so fucking mean to you. i mean you knew that getting into a relationship with him but damn, it's times like these when he was balls deep, nestled so far up your cunt that it really processed how rude he comes off, whether he means to be or not. but still, you can't really help the involuntary clenching of your pussy around his cock when he chuckles laughs derisively against the shell of your ear :(( you're back at his place-- his nice comfy apartment you always find yourself lounging at on your off days and on weekends-- and he's practically fucking you in the mattress. he's fucking you good and he knows it. damn cute bastard is what he is.

your back is against his lush pillows and sheets, now both legs dangling lifelessly off his shoulders, one of okita's arms was gripping the headboard for support, and the other would gracefully switch between your pulsating clit and having a hand on your throat. the purpose of his palm on your neck is to make you look at him when your eyes start to flutter backwards into your skull. he got a serious kick out of practically seeing all thoughts except for him leave your brain, and the way you squeezed around him just right whenever he would lightly choke you; he nearly came at least three times because you just feel so good and you're so beautiful, and all his. he got such a kick out of all of this that a mocking laugh escaped his pretty lips, his deep crimson irises darkened a shade but still seemed to sparkle with sadistic mirth from seeing you underneath him like this. "awwww baby, feels good? looks like you're enjoying yourself a little too much. here, let me help you out a little..."

and then he'd slow down. the bastard purposefully slowed down his thrusts to a lackadaisical roll of his hips against yours. he can feel your slick and cum (from when he sat you on his face) squelch and splatter against his pelvis and thighs whenever he slowly, but with rough precision, rocked against you. okita would throw his head back and curse, "fuck...you're so fucking t...tight, princess."

"goddammit! fuck, sou' p-please, please speed up! d-don't be so mean....i hate you." you huffed out a cry as you grinded your own hips back into him, trying to build up a rhythm and pleasure yourself. you didn't actually hate him and he knew that, you were just a little upset and emotional

okita's wine red eyes rolled back down to gaze at you trying to fuck yourself on his cock. a sinful smirk pulled at his lips as he watched you try to get yourself off. "'don't be s-so mean, sou'!' look at you, being so nice and doin' all the work for me. aren't you the sweetest thing?" your boyfriend's voice ascended a few pitches in an attempt to mock you. at this point, he damn near stopped moving completely, only giving you a few shallow rolls every now and then. he looked so....almost evil above you. but he was still devilishly handsome.

a pout immediately morphed onto your pretty, glossy lips and tears began to well up in your eyes, feeling frustrated he was teasing you yet again, especially when he was making you feel so good and you were so close to cumming. then without warning he leaned close enough so that his pale brown hair brushed against your face, then surprised you with a peck on your pouty lips. "you are just so fucking cute. relax baby, okay? i got you."

suddenly, he drew his hips back enough, until his pink tip nearly kissed your folds, and plunged all the way back to where he was before all at once, causing your back to arch into him like a cat. both of your moans were loud, choked out and desperate. the both of you felt heavenly encased in each other like this, neither of you wanting this moment to end. from that point on, okita got a little more serious, and fucked you like he loved you (cause he did, obviously) <3

yea....yeah i think ima add gintama to my misc masterlist cause rfdkhdkjd i think i kinda like this one

#sosa’s filez 💭#sems diarie <3 #🍫—asks!#okita sougo #sougo okita #gintama #gintama drabbles #!explicit content ahead #!mdni #!nsfw #!degradation #gintama x reader #gintama x black reader #black fem reader

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souglias · 10 months

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Sougo returns late after a long day of work on his birthday and he finds that you're still awake.

Sougo x f!reader. Fluff. Timeskip Sougo because takes place during the Forever Yorozuya movie.

Word count: (tbc)

c/w: Swearing, possibly ooc sougo because I'm being really experimental with this, they are married. Also since I usually write for gn!readers, I wanted bring up again that the reader here is female just in case!

The light that streams through the sliding paper doors at the end of the hallway signals to Sougo that you’re awake. That you've been waiting for him.

Hijikata started nagging Sougo about how he should have told you to head to sleep first, and not tire yourself out waiting for him. Sougo retorts that he did and you simply refused to listen.

Before Hijikata could continue, Sougo walks away to your shared room. Out of all the people, Hijikata being the person to lecture him pushed all his buttons.

Sougo wishes he lived in an entire house with you and no one else. But with the White Curse and the crackdown on the rebels, he makes himself content with what he can get.

When he slides the door open, he finds a tea table with a teapot and an almost empty teacup atop it. Beside them is a bowl of cut apples, the flesh of the fruit still a pale yellow. You're next to the table, with a hand in the clothing drawer--his clothing drawer to be exact-- and the other atop of a neatly folded yukata on the tatami.

At the sound of the door opening, you turn towards him and smile. "You're back."

"I told you I'd be back late. You should have gone to sleep."

He sits cross-legged next to you, and he tips the teapot. The amount of tea left is only enough to fill half of the small cup.

"I can't fall asleep without you."

Sougo scoffs, "That's a given with how tea works on you and how much you've drunk, idiot."

In retaliation, you shove a slice of apple into his mouth. The fragrance of the apple only barely tickles his nose. When he bites down on it, the juice fills his mouth, yet the blandness makes him flinch slightly.

"This tastes like fucking piss."

"Oh? I didn't know you knew what piss tastes like. Well, you just have to make do. People don't sell birthday cakes out there anymore. I only found some fruits, which aren't easy to get now, as you know."

He narrows his eyes at you and props one knee up, resting an arm above it.

"You're pretty dumb for someone who's my wife."

You raise an eyebrow at him, prompting him to continue. "Save the money for something else. Get better ingredients and cook some good food for us. I can continue to make the rest jealous and make them beg me to ask you to cook for them too."

It's your turn to scoff, but your frown quickly turns into an amused smile instead.

You place the yukata you took out earlier and a yukata obi in his lap. Shifting yourself behind him, you undo his ponytail and start running your fingers through his hair.

Sougo's scalp tingles when your fingertips brush against his head as you untangle his hair. Fatigue slowly kicks in as he sits in silence. If he closes his eyes now, it would be easy to pretend that the calamity that has befallen Edo has never happened.

He closes his eyes. His surroundings melt away, and only the image of your fingers in his hair drifts in and out of his mind.

After a while, you rest your hands on his shoulders tenderly. Sougo cracks one of his weary eyes open.

"Go wash up, I can still smell the blood on you. I don't sleep beside people who stink."

Sougo hisses at you, but he drags himself out of the room to wash up anyway. When he returns after his shower, he plops himself right in front of you and atop the futon that you've laid on the floor.

"You're a real brat, you know that right? Your sister really spoilt you."

"What can I say? I am an adorable little brother. And couldn't you do this little thing for the birthday boy? The apple slices tasted like shit, so that doesn't count as a present."

You complain and trash him for making you slave away for him, but you still reach for a comb and untangle his hair again for him. It's a mundane task. But the mundane things are what you hold the closest to your heart. When you watched Edo descend into the ruin it is now in, you watched fate rob things that were what people treasured the most.

Soon after, the two of you make yourselves comfortable in the futon in the familiar dark. Your head is tucked under his jaw and his arm is draped over your waist.

With his even breaths, you assume that he's already fallen asleep. Shifting yourself slightly to look at his face, you observe his weary features illuminated by the faint moonlight. You can only imagine how exhausting the day must have been.

You wanted him to share the burden with you. But he wouldn't, always saying that you weren't ready and told you to stay behind. Without thinking, you mumble, "When will you finally let me follow you and fight by your side?"

"Not so soon. You still suck at using a sword."

It takes you everything not to jump.

"I thought you were asleep. And we know that's not true, Saito said I got pretty good. I can use a bow and an arrow too."

Sougo drawls, "Stay here, where it's safe. Only shitheads barge into battles when they have a haven."

"I'm a shithead. You're a shithead."

Silence falls between the two of you, leading you to feel a tinge of disappointment again. He's either fallen asleep or he's dropping the conversation. Sighing, you shut your eyes for the night and give in to the lethargy.

"Fine."

Your eyes widened.

"Tomorrow. You, follow me. We see how."

His response causes your heart to soar. You kiss his jaw before burying your head in the crook of his neck. You're not even sure if he's fully drifted off to sleep, but it's the least of your concerns now.

"Good night and happy birthday, my shithead."

Happy belated birthday you fucking do-S character. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed this!

#okita sougo x reader #sougo x reader #okita sougo imagines #gintama x reader #gintama writing #okita sougo #gintama #souglia.s #grgDGRJHG Im not very happy with this honestly but I feel like the more I continue the more it's not really gonna get any better so #Putting this gintama fic out there rn #maybe the one for gin will be better if I do end up writing for his birthday mehopes #i have no idea what to title this if anyone has ideas u can feel free to send it my way

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youatemylollipop · 1 year

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Can I request head cannons where Okita and Kamui have a partner that took the initiative and kissed them first? Like the ones you wrote of Otae, Abuto and Tsuki. Only if you want to of course! ☺️

A/N: I’ve finally gotten some spare time after a whole week of exams! Tbh, it felt pretty relaxing to write these headcanons and scenarios after all the hard work. Hope you enjoy!

Ft: Kamui & Okita Sougo (Gintama).

Part One: Abuto, Shimura Tae & Tsukuyo ➵ Gintama

Kamui

➵ Despite his tough exterior, Kamui secretly enjoys being surprised by his s/o. He won't admit it out loud, but he finds it endearing when his s/o takes the initiative to kiss him.

➵ Kamui has a strong sense of smell, which means he can often tell when his s/o is nearby even if he's not actively paying attention to them. However, if his s/o is wearing a strong scent (such as perfume or cologne), it can make it harder for him to pick up on their presence.

➵ The amanto has a bit of a competitive streak, which means he's always up for a challenge. If his s/o were to challenge him to a surprise kissing contest, he would definitely accept (and probably win).

➵ Despite the fact that Kamui is hard to surprise, he secretly wishes that his s/o would surprise him more often. He finds it exciting and it makes him feel closer to them.

➵ Also, despite his tough exterior, Kamui secretly enjoys being surprised by his s/o. He won't admit it out loud, but he finds it endearing when his s/o takes the initiative to kiss him.

➵ Not to mention, even though Kamui is hard to surprise, he secretly wishes that his s/o would surprise him more often. He finds it exciting and it makes him feel closer to them.

It's not easy to take Kamui by surprise. His inhuman instincts make him hyperaware of his surroundings, and he's always on guard. Most likely, any attempt to take him off guard would fail. Besides, Kamui has already taken your first kiss, and he's most likely kissed you a dozen times by now. You've accepted that you'll never be able to surprise him, but that doesn't stop you from wanting to try.

One day, you decide to take a chance. Kamui is sitting at the table, eating a bowl of ramen. He's so focused on the food in front of him that he doesn't notice you approach. You take a deep breath and lean down, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Kamui freezes for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise. He turns to look at you, his expression unreadable. "What was that for?" he asks, his voice low and deep.

You can feel your face heating up, but you refuse to back down. "I just wanted to kiss you," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

Kamui raises an eyebrow. "You know that won't work, right?" he says, taking another bite of his ramen.

You pout, feeling a bit defeated. "I just wanted to surprise you for once," you say.

Kamui chuckles, setting down his chopsticks. He leans in, his breath tickling your ear. "Well, you surprised me," he says, his voice low and husky. "But don't get too cocky. You won't be able to catch me off guard again."

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as Kamui leans back, a smirk on his face. You can't help but feel a little bit disappointed that you weren't able to surprise him, but at the same time, you're happy that you were able to catch him off guard, even if it was only for a moment.

Okita Sougo

➵ Firstly, it's important to note that Okita is a highly perceptive individual, so it's not easy to catch him off guard. He's always on the lookout for any potential threats or surprises, so his guard is always up.

➵ With that being said, it's highly likely that any attempts to take him by surprise with a kiss would fail. He's probably already taken his significant other's first kiss—just like that b*stard Kamui had.

➵ So, I'm sorry to say that I can't provide you with the scenario you were hoping for. But, that being said, Okita's reaction to his significant other taking the initiative and kissing him first would likely be a mix of surprise and amusement. He might tease them about it, but ultimately he would appreciate their boldness and confidence.

➵ Okita is known for his sharp wit and sarcastic sense of humor, so he might make a joke about how his significant other failed to surprise him with their first kiss. He might say something like, "Nice try, but I already saw that one coming a mile away."

➵ Despite being caught off guard, Okita would never admit that his significant other's kiss had really surprised him. He would maintain his usual calm and collected demeanor, pretending like he was unfazed by the whole thing.

➵ Okita would also use the opportunity to tease his significant other mercilessly. He would make playful jabs at them, calling them "sneaky" or "crafty" and pretending to be annoyed that they had managed to catch him off guard.

➵ But underneath the teasing, Okita would also feel a sense of pride in his significant other. He would admire their willingness to take risks and their commitment to their relationship, and would feel grateful to have them in his life.

➵ In the future, Okita might try to return the favor and catch his significant other off guard with a surprise of his own. He might plan an elaborate scheme or prank to try and catch them off guard, just to show that he's still the master of surprises.

➵ Overall, while Okita might try to play it cool on the surface, he would secretly be thrilled that his significant other had caught him off guard with a kiss. It would be a reminder of their love and commitment to each other, and would bring them even closer together.

As you walk down the street, your arms full of groceries, you spot him. Okita Sougo, the man you love, laying on a bench with a sleeping mask on in the middle of the day. You know he's on patrol, but he's always been able to sleep through anything, so you figure he won't notice you approaching.

You set down your groceries and slowly walk towards him, feeling your heart race with excitement. This is your chance to finally surprise him with a kiss, something you've been trying to do for a long time. You inch closer and closer, getting ready to lean in when suddenly, his hand shoots out and grabs your wrist.

"Nice try," he says, not even bothering to take off his sleep mask. “But I could sense you coming from a mile away."

You pout, feeling disappointed. “How did you know?" you ask, feeling a bit embarrassed.

He smirks, sitting up and taking off his sleep mask. "I'm always on high alert," he says, his eyes scanning your face. "Besides, I could smell you."

You blush, feeling self-conscious. "What do you mean, you could smell me?" you ask, feeling a bit confused.

"I mean, I could smell the groceries you were carrying," he says, gesturing towards the bags at your feet. "And I could smell your perfume."

You shake your head, feeling amazed at how perceptive he is. "You're incredible," you say, smiling at him.

His smirk widens as he stands up to stretch his arms. "I know," he says, his eyes meeting yours. "But I'm not so perceptive that I can't tell when someone wants to kiss me."

Your heart races as he steps closer, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. "You don't have to surprise me," he says, his eyes searching yours. "I'm always ready for a kiss from you."

You smile, feeling a rush of love for him. "I know," you say, leaning in to kiss him softly. "But I wanted to surprise you anyway."

He grins, his arms wrapping around you. "Well, you surprised me," he says, his lips brushing against yours. "And I loved it."

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thithesandofferings · 1 year

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Title::“My Mirror Staring Back At Me”

Pairing:: Okita Sougo x Reader:

Synopsis:: It’s your birthday today, but that’s only because he told you. But he’s going to prove how much he loves you and appreciates your birth first thing.

Tags:; Stockholm Syndrome, Mirror Sex, Manipulative Sougo, Yandere Themes, Breeding kink. Master Kink, Collar, Dub Con themes.

Authors Note:: There is nothing to explain. Sougo is just a sadistic, manipulative bastard and I want him for breakfast.

Kinktober Masterlist

You've been staring at the sink for awhile now. Just watching the rush of water splatter out of the faucet, the only noise permeating through the house so early in the morning.

Coming to the realization of just...how tired you are.

So when the ever so elusive Sougo wraps his arms around you, you feel that faint ping of fear and the need to run.

"Careful" He's whispering into your neck, tightening his arms when you turn your neck to the side. He's marking you right underneath the collar he gave you.

"You scared me". And really, you're just trying to keep your heartrate in check, knowing he can feel it. You'd think after all this time, his popping up wouldnt affect you like it does.

"Did you think I was someone else?" A bland tone emits from his rumbling, but it doesnt seem to stop him when he presses closer. Warm and intimate, unquestionable in his confidence that he belongs there.

"I just- didnt think you'd be awake is all" Your brain cant seem to keep the same level of ire you had with him five minutes ago when he wasnt touching you, becoming distracted when his hands go under your sleep shirt, roving his warm fingers up and down.

You can see everything he's doing in the mirror, cant really move in the position he's put you in. Pushed him into the sink, water long forgotten, but bruises lingering on your collarbone from the brunnette. He glances up at you as if he senses that you're watching him, a smirk graces his face. It automatically makes you straigten in his hold. You know that look means he's up to no good.

"And miss your birthday pet? Mmm no." The comment has you quaking because in reality, you had forgotten. You cant seem to find the concept of time in the space you're in, you stopped worrying about that a long time ago.

"Oh" It comes out hushed and winded, you're losing your capacity to speak when he rubs his two fingers on your hip like that. "I forgot"

"I know" Sougo says against your ear, a dry note encasing itself with amusement. "It's why I came to remind you."

"What do you want to do?" You're already shattered, feelings of displacement, he hasnt given you options of a choice in a long time.

"Does it matter?" He's humming in false confusion. Making sure to ask to explain yourself while both his hands travel up your chest and tweak your nipples.

"Of course it...matters" Okita is even laughing at how much of a lie it is.

You cant find it in you to want to exactly stop his game. You found that you if you go along with it, an undoubted amount a pleasure befalls on you. With faux sweet brown eyes that have always drew you in, he's warm and strong- and even with his sadistic tendencies, you think he loves you.

You know that the fingers trailing up and down your body will absolutely ruin you, make you scream his name- and you want that.

He must see the change in your demeanor because hes reaching towards your face to grab your cheeks and point it to the mirror.

"Watch." There is no request in that.

He lets go and reaches past you to turn off the water. The silence that leaks between you almost takes you out of your headspace. But he's always been scarily aware of you and your emotions and he makes sure that doesnt happen. Grabbing you by the collar he gave you and pushing you down into the sink.

He doesnt really have to do anything, youre just in shirt and undies. He makes a considering hum before he smacks your ass hard. One on each cheek. Shushing you when you squeak. He has his eyes on you through the mirror the whole time. You see the grin before you feel 3 fingers into you harshly.

"I used you good last night huh? Don't even need to stretch you much for you to take my cock" Your whimpering goes completely ignored as he takes your bottom off.

"Dont look away when I fuck you, I don't care if its your birthday." He leans down, covering your whole body to whisper in your ear.

"You look away, you wont come." Theres a silent scream that escapes your mouth when he fucks his entire length into you. Your face burns in embarrassment when he glides so easily from how wet you are from the lube and come- provided by him- last night.

"Mmm. There we go, good job- taking it like you're meant to. Little birthday slave." Making sure his hips turn the right way to nudge that little spot that has you almost looking away. And he knows. Grabs your hair and fucks into you harder in punishment.

"Im barely fucking you and you already wanna break a rule? I thought you wanted this- asked for this?" You immediately want to protest that it was his idea, but he pulls your collar from behind you briefly cutting off your air supply. Makes him chuckle when you squeeze so tight around his slick cock.

"Fuck- taking me so well, you like that? Happy that I get to make you finally come, without even bringing a whip to you?" He's saying something about it being your lucky day, but you're barely listening. Watching him from the mirror as he grins, baring all teeth as he fucks into you. Making you grip the sides of the counter to hold on as he batters your hips against it, knowing bruises will follow after.

"Here that sound you're making? Bet you ignored you're birthday just so I could fuck you, greedy thing. I'll take my time with you. Won't even be a semblance of a person when im done with you. Just a toy with my collar."

He pulls your body up closer to his, just so he can look at both of you while he gingerly fucks into your hole, making embarrassingly slick sounds.

"Mmmm. Im gonna feel you up with so much come theres no way you wont be pregnant. Then i'll really own you. As soon as you have one, i'll fuck another into you. Over and over, keep you barefoot and fat with what is mine" His last words are carried with you getting pushed down and yanked back on his cock repeatedly. Cooing and petting your back in reassurance that you could take it.

You're trembling from the strain of holding yourself up to look at him, hoping he'd give you reprieve. You can feel the pressure building in your tummy, hot and all encompassing and you want to warn him- you do. But he's looking at you like he wants to eat you, and vindictively hitting every part of your inside- you cant help but come.

It makes you whine and clench with the shocks pouring out of you, and he keeps going- fucking into you wiith complete silence. And for a brief moment, you think you might have gotten away with it.

Theres a feeling of both relief and trepidation, but Sougo says nothing. You finally trail your eyes back at the mirror, and hes grinning...politely. Theres a stomach drop feeling, and you know you're fucked.

"Thought you were gonna behave just once, but you broke all the rules- you know what to do." You know theres no begging and pleading with Okita, especially if you broke rules.

Hell he's hoping and praying that you do.

#gintama #okita x reader #okita sougo #okita sougo x reader

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sparks-joy-imagines · 2 years

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Hi! Could you write about how Takasugi, Katsura and Sougo would confess their feelings to someone? Can be in a non direct way too just really curious to see how they’d express their love for someone.

hi anon, thanks for your request! (Sorry for not being active for a while!) -niob

Takasugi:

he is in denial that he has developed feelings for you for a while and then a while longer

he is neither good at articulating his feelings properly nor at showing them with gestures

he may try to tell you how he feels in a roundabout way or metaphor but ends up saying “you should know how I feel about you” half annoyed, half flustered if you don't get it

he’ll get annoyed if you still don't get what he means or if you persist on him saying it properly

sometimes the looks he gives you expose his feelings for you but you'll never see it because he only looks at you this way when you are busy with something else and pay him no mind

Katsura:

for some reason he is always close to you, pops up out of nowhere randomly and you never know where he comes from

he is always there when you need his help and always there to get on your nerves when you absolutely don’t need it

Katsura does not even know himself why he ends up around you so damn often

he does not show his feelings for you purposely but the signs are just obvious at some point

he takes interest in your hobbies, work, your favourite food and just everything related to you

Okita:

he is like a child, has no idea how to properly express his feelings, or maybe he does but his pride won’t let him

he annoys you to death, whenever he sees a chance to get on your nerves, or embarrass you (especially in public) he takes the chance without hesitation

unfortunately, he is not good at knowing when to stop, and he’ll reach the point where he does hurt your feelings and it makes him feel utterly sorry, but a genuine apology is also not something he can muster

after you seemed to have recovered from his bullying, he starts again

giving you a pretty collar with a matching leash and asking you to be his pet is the closest you’ll get to a confession

#gintama #takasugi shinsuke #katsura kotarou #okita sougo #takasugi x reader #katsura x reader #okita x reader #gintama x reader #gintama headcanons #headcanons #text #gintama requests are open #niob

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cornballl · 2 years

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Sadist Gauntlet

Okita x fem!reader

tags: spanking, s/m dynamics, swordplay

words: 2k

chapter 1 | chapter 2

nsfw minors dni 🔞

You made it home shortly after collecting yourself in the alley, regaining the strength in your legs and honing your blurry vision. Everything that just transpired kept replaying in your mind in gross detail- the ghost of his harsh kiss never left your lips. Above all else, his cold, commanding voice taking control of what was supposed to be an innocent love confession never ceased echoing in your now cavernous mind. You walked to your room, trying to tune out his gruff voice calling you a good girl but to no avail.

“What should I even wear? Maybe something sexy? Or is that too on the nose? Something cute?” You fished through your closet, a very slim selection of yukatas looking back at you, settling for a short black one with a repeating white crane design. “Accents of red too- this reminds me of him.” The comparison was enough to bring a warm surge back to your face; any crossing thoughts of him provoked a visceral reaction like that. “It was already bad enough before today... now every time I think of him, I think of..” You shake your head violently to prevent the scene from replaying again. “I should get ready; this is gonna take hours at this pace.”

Your walk there was grueling, head-spinning thinking about what this all meant. Okita didn’t quite say he liked you- he just pointed out the fact you’d do anything for him. Your earlier outfit, equally as meticulous to select as your current one, got overlooked and dirtied. This could all be a cheap thrill to him.

Thump

That familiar churn in your stomach happened as that thought crossed your mind. “Why did that… excite me?” Your feelings aren’t just something to be toyed with, but somehow Okita being the one doing it was acceptable, sexy even. Plus, if he didn’t like you, would he even go through the trouble of seeing you at this ungodly hour?

After an emotional rollercoaster of a walk, you finally saw your destination. The looming doors were ominously unattended; a lone sign reading Shinsengumi fixed over the grand entrance. The only thing you could hear was the barks of a dog in the distance; this is way too intimidating! The atmosphere could take you down before the fierce police force laying dormant inside could. “Man, what is this tension… the gravity feels heavier the closer I get.”

You finally swallow your fear and creep inside; there’s no turning back now. Now you’re tasked with wandering around this expansive compound looking for “the dojo,” as he vaguely put it. “This is so stupid. I’m gonna get my white stockings dirty with all the crouching and sneaking I’m about to do!!” You huffed, peeking over corner after corner. You spot a separate building with the doors cracked open. Guessing this was the place, you slither inside to find a huge, barren space except for a barrel holding many bamboo swords meant for training. “I mean this place is either the dojo or a storage room.” You puzzle under your breath.

“And what an astute observation that is.” A monotonous voice appeared behind you, followed by a thwack to your ass that pierced the silence. You yelped, turning around to discover the man of the hour with a bamboo blade in hand, bending the end of it mockingly with his index finger. “Glad you could make it. Was the traffic bad? That lunch hour traffic can be pretty annoying, huh?” He walked over to the door to close it shut, “Um.. Okita? Are you reciting the wrong social script….” You trail off and look at your feet; you couldn’t keep that one to yourself- it was too good. “Huh? Speak up. I think I heard you try to be a straight man.” He released his finger and swiftly moved the blade towards you. It smacked your chin, lifting your head and forcing you to look at its wielder.

“Humor me. What do you have to say to this?” He shoved the sword into your slightly parted mouth. Your eyes shoot open, frantic and confused at the sudden probing. He looks completely unbothered too: big beautiful rubies looking down at you cough and sputter. “Pretty ridiculous, don’t you think? What a way to use this.” He was wreaking havoc in your mouth; you start to sink onto the floor as he shoves the sword farther into your throat. You fully surrender yourself to his wicked game. “Suck it.” You try and gain control of the erratic blade, bobbing your head slowly. He didn’t make it easy, but you promised to do anything he said. You flutter your eyes open and make eye contact with him; he had the faintest smirk until you caught him. He plunged the blade into your throat without announcement. “Look at you go, you sure are skilled.” All you could do was meekly nod in response; he laughed, withdrawing the foreign object.

“Actually, after some thought- there’s nothing worse than that morning traffic.” You were just a heaving mess watching his one-man manzai routine. He brought the sword up to his mouth and took a swift lick, your stomach fluttering at the sight. He stepped closer to your curled-up body, dragging the weapon like a cane. “Stand up.” You cleared your throat and forced your wobbling knees to scaffold your weight. The streaks of tears and saliva felt cold against your radiating skin. “Before we continue all of this, I just want to agree to some terms.”

This was all pretty jarring, honestly. All of this stemmed from an innocent confession. “What do you mean?” Unsurprisingly, it took some work to get that out, and you’re positive you caught him snickering at your struggle. “It’s exactly as it sounds; I wrote out some things I need you to read over. You have to agree to continue, otherwise, we stop this whole circus.” He offered his hooked arm to you, his head gesturing to “come on.” You clutch onto his arm and let him bear some of your weight, weak knees still trying to keep up with all of today’s stress. You looked up at him, but his eyes were firmly locked elsewhere, completely unphased by your glance. All the adrenaline washing away had you feeling sleepy- you couldn’t help but shut your eyes as you headed elsewhere. Being this close to him felt like bliss; feeling up on his marvelously toned arms was such a treat. He walked with great confidence, his stride was powerful but agile. You could get used to this feeling. “Alright, y/n, get ready for the boring stuff.”

You were led to a small room turned makeshift office. There was a desk in the middle with a scroll splayed across it; the ink was still barely glistening. “Here are the rules: you read each term individually, you agree at the end of each one with a ‘yes, master,’ and if you stutter or otherwise misspeak, you have to start from the top. You’ll get punished too. If you don’t agree to any of these terms, this arrangement is off; consent is consent.” You eventually let go and walked over to the text lying there. There were five terms written out; the ink was indeed fresh. Your heart was eager and demanding to be heard; swallowing thickly, you put your hands on the edge of the desk to support yourself. You already knew to brace yourself for what’s about to come. That hardly perceptible laughter liked your thinking. Ahem. “I wholeheartedly mean it when I say I love Okita Sougo.” Your voice was so shaky it was embarrassing- it doesn’t help that your throat got put to work earlier. Your heart sank at the realization this was all planned. What a sadistic bastard… “Yes, master.” Was he acknowledging your feelings or mocking them? “Good. Keep going.” You turned around and saw him rubbing his nose intently. After a closer look, you saw a smile hidden behind his frantic hand.

Oh my god, that’s so cute. WAIT, I gotta keep reading.

“I promise to give myself to Okita Sougo and please him by any means necessary.” A familiar blade punctuated that statement with a dull tap to your ass; a small moan left your lips. You could feel that previous leer fixed on you; he was testing you. “Yes, master…” a little drawn out, but it was acceptable. “Don’t half-ass it. If you don’t say this next one perfectly-“

Thwack

“I won’t hold back next time.” Delighted hums filled the room as you arched your back from the shock. The sword never left either, it slowly traces shapes in a mocking attempt to soothe the aching warmth. “Aah.. I’m a mindless.. wh-“

Thwack

“That won’t do. Again.” Thwack. Between bated breath, you heaved out the previous terms, the dull punctuating tap turned into a sharp smack; he had to make sure you understood. “I am Okita Sougo’s mindless whore and his alone.” You were a sweaty mess, relishing in this humiliating display as lust began to fully take over you. Anticipating his affirming smack, you delightfully moaned out, “yes, master.” He didn’t hold back that following love tap.

“Good girl. Not surprised you can’t do something as simple as reading, but I’m glad we got there with a little help.” The slender, blunt force disappeared from your backside and a firm hand took its place, caressing and squeezing your ass.

“Just a few more. Don’t mess this up.”

The last two terms were staring back at you, the hand on your ass spoiled and teased you with its massage. Your head was starting to get cloudy with pleasure- it was all so much. “I promise to be open and clear by voicing my discomfort with safe words.” The hand disappeared; you knew what was about to come. “Yes, master.” He couldn’t hold himself back, grunting at the impact of his strike. “Yeah.. I can tell you already love this, hm?” You delightfully cried out in the throes of punishment. “Yes, master…”

Your hands were suddenly pinned to the opposite edge of the desk, body extended and bent over the surface; back arching instinctively, hips raising high for him to grab and do as he pleased- if he so wanted to, you thought. Something firm, unlike anything else today, was pressed against your ass, grinding into you. Okita was restraining his irregular breath, still wanting to seem indifferent to the whole ordeal as his hard-on aches against you.

“Yeah… not surprised. You’re so easy.” You hummed in agreement. “Can you even recall the last term? Or do you only have dick on your mind?” He grabbed your hips and pulled you in. He’s fully testing you at this point, ever so slightly swaying against your needy, throbbing pussy. Ever slowly drawing out the pendulous motion of rubbing himself against your clothed sex with his own.

“I am Okita Sougo’s wench. I am to see no one else but him.” This one had your toes curling- it was a roundabout way of saying it, but there’s no doubt in your mind that Sougo likes you too. “Yes, master.” You mewled that one out with a smile across your face. He spanked you good for that one. “You like being my wench or something? That’s pretty creepy.” You wiggled your hips against him, begging for more friction, but as soon as it came, it went; he fully stepped away from you and adjusted his coat by the lapels. “Glad we could agree. I’m looking forward to doing this more often with you.” He offered you his hand to help you up, gladly you took it. Your ass was numb and throbbing; all of his hungry strikes were still ghosting against your skin. “Me too, Sougo! Thank you for inviting me.” He nodded and went to put away the scroll you’ve sullied with your body.

“I’ll walk you home. If anyone sees us, I’ll say we were discussing your record. Cool?” You smiled and nodded, walking in tow with him out of that stuffy storage room turned pseudo office. “Give me your number. I’ll let you know when I’m available to wreck you.” You leaned against him and nodded blissfully. Your legs were juice, but walking home with him will distract you enough from the pain.

Anything for Okita Sougo.

a/n: wooooooo I love working on this!!!! I’m thinking maybe next chapter will have actual smut, but idk! I’ll start working on it now and see what kinda direction it takes and update u :3

#gintama smut #gintama x reader #okita sougo x reader #okita sougo #chu #okita sougo x you

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lilac-5ky · 2 years

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Hiii

So first I wanted to say your content is ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!

your sick s/o piece about Gin and Sugi really made my day ಥ‿ಥ

But also made me think about the same thing but with Sougo And how it wouldn't be his first time watching a person important to him whither away on a hospital bed. (yes. I love to suffer)

So I thought I'd request the same thing but with our boy Sougo (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

Thanks again and keep up the good work (❍ᴥ❍ʋ)

A/N: Ohhhh thank you so much, I appreciate your kind words! Gotta say, Sougo in the same spot puzzles me A LOT. He is one of my most favorite characters yet he is such a complex person that whenever I try to think of headcanons about him or like when I try to picture him in a specific situation, I have such a big trouble, because it's as if he has a split personality.

Anyhow, I love a challenge! And if Sougo gives me vibes that go both ways then I'll follow both ways, kinda, at least! Hopefully this isn't too inaccurate, I'll cry if it is not really. Uh, side note, I might go more into general headcanon area to explain him a bit before going into the whole sickness thing. Bear with me, first time writing about him.

Warning: Some language, some angst, some hints of sexual S/M relationship but nothing wild. SFW, is what I'd call it.

Sougo with extremely sick S/O

(who is cutting onions, i can't stand to see sougo sad, mistuba's arc broke me)

Sougo is the kind of person whose expression of love would be so bizarre and unexplainable, that it would make everyone, including you, second guess his intentions. It wouldn't be surprising if people misjudged your relationship, even going as far as to assume that you were his victim, someone he took advantage of, a pet rather than a partner.

He'd be mean, selfish, would have no issue hurting or insulting you, fully manifesting his sadistic tendencies in front of you, but with time you'd come to realize that Sougo wasn't the heartless sadist everyone made him out to be. I mean he is, but deep down behind all that, he is a broken man who craves attention and affection, namely the one you had to offer him.

Even if he never admitted it, he did love you in his own selfish and possessive way. He loved you because you loved him, because you'd do everything for him and that's exactly what he needed. Someone to give him their all, their body, mind and soul. He loved you because despite all the horrible things he did to you, you never ran away. How could a person be like that? How could someone have zero pride, being with someone like him and keep on loving him?

In the beginning he'd definitely think of you as his playtoy, someone dumb he could use to sate his own curiosity. The power imbalance in your relationship was as clear as it gets. However, said curiosity would soon turn into something more and before he knew, the one wrapped around the other's finger was him and not you, a fact that Sougo was oblivious to until the day you got sick.

I'd imagine either Hijikata or Kondo would be the one to break the news to him. Sougo would either be sleeping or practicing in the dojo and when they told him, he just shrugged his shoulders, not taking them seriously. He'd go back to doing whatever it was that he was doing, undisturbed. Truth was, he didn't want to believe it at first, he'd like to think that worst case scenario it was a nasty cold that brought you down, that once you got better, you'd appear before his eyes as if nothing had happened. You weren't weak, you were able to take everything he did to you without ever complaining, there was no way you'd succumb to a disease.

During the first days, he'd be in complete denial over your sickness, expecting you to show up at the Headquarters at any given time. He didn't attempt to visit or call you, as long as he acted like everything was fine, it wasn't real. But the days went by and he hadn't heard a thing from you, that was when he'd allow himself to start worrying. He'd play cool in front of the others before finally asking for a day off to visit you.

Once his feet brought him to your potential deathbed, that's when he'd get to relieve his own worst fears. The memories of Mitsuba would resurface, the wounds of her loss would open up, leaving him gasping for air. There was no way that the one person he'd chosen as his partner was suffering through the same cruel fate his sister went through. There was no way that he'd be abandoned again, there was no fucking way.

At first, Sougo's sadness would stem from very selfish reasons. Your death would mean that he'd be left on his own again, that all the warmth, attention and affection you gave him so unconditionally would too be lost with you. If you died, then who would be able to offer him those things? Who could ever love a wretched man like him again? You were his and only his, how could death ever take you away from him?

And so, during his first visit he'd be rather mean towards you, which wasn't anything new in particular, however there was something else hidden behind his harsh words. Despair.

"Y/N, it seems to me like you forgot what your place is." He'd take off his sword, placing it on the floor next to you while kneeling by your side. His red eyes would be burning with rage, looking at you with neither kindness nor his usual indifference either. "Here you are, doing unnecessary things again. Is this really how much you want me to give you attention?"

Blinking your eyes slowly, you'd look at him, unable to protest or talk back at him.

"I thought I had trained you well enough, yet here you are acting on your own. Hurry up, so that I can assume your training again. It's been a while since I last punished you." Grabbing your hand, he'd try to pull you up, to no avail. Your fingers would constantly slip from his, your body as lifeless as that of a puppet. "I said get up, your master commands you!" His tone would be nearly frantic, yelling the words with bitterness as he'd try again, unable to make you budge from your place.

"I'm sorry, Sougo. I never meant for such a thing to happen-" You managed to utter with your frail voice.

"Then why did you? Why did you get sick? Why did you think that I'd allow you to get sick? What makes you think that you can become this weak and unusable to me? What makes you think that you can leave me?" Tears would be poking the corners of his eyes, burning through his skin like wildfire, while his fists remained attached to your nightgown, clinging onto the fabric with all their might.

He lowered his head, he didn't want you to see him in such a state. Even in the darkest times, he always managed to bury his feelings deep within, turning them into indifference or frustration at worst. Talking about them? What a joke. As long as he could take it out on someone, then he was fine with it. Yet now, there was no one to take it out on, now it was just the two of you and all of the feelings that were scratching and biting his insides, threatening to tear his own body apart.

"I don't want to leave you, Sougo." This was as hard to you as it was to him. Besides, this was your life we are talking about. Hesitantly, you reached your hand onto his face, attempting to cup his cheek. His eyes widened in shock the second your fingers brushed his skin as he flinched away from your touch. This was the exact way his sister used to comfort him, this was just like that time at the hospital.

"Then don't! I'll never allow it, not in this life, not in the next life, not ever. You can't leave me because I won't let you, as your master. Save the sorry arguments for someone else, I'm having none of it." Before you could say anything, he was out of the door, his sword tight between his fingers, tears streaming all the way down to his chin, tears that you'd never get to see.

In the following days, although he'd still be infuriated, said anger would start to fade into sorrow and self pity. Sougo didn't need anyone to tell him that he was a bastard of a man, he was well aware of that on his own. Yet you'd done nothing wrong except of associating with someone like him. Even though he wasn't one to feel guilty over things, seeing how first his parents then his sister and now you were abandoning him one by one, he'd start to reflect it upon himself. That's right, it only makes sense for a piece of trash like me to be by myself, this was one of the many thoughts that he'd be forced to push away. He had no time for such meaningless things and he'd rather direct his anger at god, fate, destiny, even you, anyone that wasn't him.

He'd keep going to work as per usual, but your condition would be eating at him. He'd have trouble concentrating, barely keeping up with his comrades, his head too distracted with you for him to focus. That's when it started to dawn on him; perhaps in the process of having you serve him, he'd given you more meaning than he'd like to admit to himself. Perhaps you were more than his own personal slave, perhaps you were someone important, someone he'd go as far as to say he loved, even if said love was more like a need that burned through him, rather than a pure emotion to be cherished. For Sougo to admit such a thing to himself, he'd need a strong wake up call and your sickness was just about it.

Once he realized all that, he'd visit you again, requesting an extensive leave from the Shinsengumi, one that Kondo would happily issue. Although he wouldn't come rushing to you, embracing you with open arms to shower you with sweet words and affection, he'd made up his mind. He'd be there for you every step of the way, he wouldn't leave you so that you wouldn't leave him.

Sougo wouldn't be as open and affectionate to you as he was with his sister, but he'd take care of you. If you made a comment on it, he'd talk back at you, telling you not to mistake his gestures for interest or affection. It was an owner's responsibility to take care of their dog when they got sick, that's all.

For someone who viewed you as nothing more than an obligation, he surely took good care of you though. He'd bring you food, he'd buy you medicine and he'd make sure you were never left unattended. Besides, he wasn't doing it for your sake, he was doing it for him. As long as you were alive, he had someone to satisfy his needs and if that meant being your personal caregiver for some time then so be it.

For a while, his excessive caring seemed to have no results, something that would throw him into bigger dismay. He was expecting you to die in his arms at any given time, just like his sister had before you. He had no hopes for you, yet the idea of letting you go was so infuriating to him that he couldn't bear to think of it. And so, he clung onto you, clenching his claws around you as hard as possible, desperately keeping you to life with all he had.

He made sure to never cry in front of you, but if he was on his own perhaps a tear or two would fall. Only if your condition significantly worsened in front of him, would he perhaps be unable to hold back. You wanted to comfort him, to tell him not to worry, that he'd be fine even if you weren't there. That it was fine for him to give up, that it wasn't his fault but you knew that the second you tried to say anything, he'd force you to shut up, not taking a single word from you.

Only after a while, would you start showing the first signs of improvement. They were subtle; for example, you'd be able to utter more than a sentence at a time, or you could even reach the objects around you without help. Sougo was quick to notice that, allowing himself to feel actual hope for once. Perhaps this one time he wouldn't be left alone, perhaps he could even save you.

Slowly but surely, you started to regain your strength and before too long, you were even able to stand up, freely moving around the house. Sougo would continue helping you in elusive yet noticeable ways, even if you insisted you could manage on your own. He had to make sure you wouldn't relapse, that you really were fine.

Once the news of your improvement got out, he'd have to return to work and he'd soon fall back into his usual schedule. On the night before, you'd woken up to find him sleeping by your side, his hair covering his eyes as he'd leaned over your body, propping his head on top of his arms. Looking over his gentle features like that, you realized that maybe if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't even be there. You had never asked him for anything, loving him was good enough, yet for once, you could tell that the feeling had been mutual all along. The boy who refused to give you as much as a good word, was the very same boy who had saved you.

"Thank you for everything, Sougo." You tried your best to say in a low voice, your hand slowly reaching out to him, however that was enough to wake him up. Flinching from your touch, he looked at you with half closed eyelids.

"Huh? Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm fine."

"If you are fine, then don't wake me up like this, you lousy woman." And with that, he'd get back to sleep, a hint of a smile on his lips, the only sign of his evident relief.

A/N: OKAY FOR SOME REASON THIS TURNED OUT WAY BIGGER THAN THE OTHERS? Like I said, first time writing about him and I really wanted to flesh out my idea of him so that I could comfortably place him in such scenario. Sougo would be very caring and attentive if hi S/O was sick, but not in the same way he was towards his sister, his pride wouldn't let him. He is the type of person who'd feel more sad about his S/O condition in relation to his own self, like what their loss would ultimately mean to him, rather than their condition in relation his S/O, well, dying. Plus, this is Sougo we are talking about, he still is a little piece of shit at times :p HOPEFULLY THIS WAS ACCURATE-ish and if it was perhaps I can write more about our sadistic prince in the future, aye!

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doki-doki-imagines · 1 year

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Greetings! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Can i silly request the sadist trio (gin, sougo and kamui but u dont have to do all 3 if u were to pick 1 i would be okay with just gintoki lol) with an s/o who's pretty short in stature and definitely not a fighter by nature and one day they find out their s/o is strong enough to pick them up? Lolol like maybe they save them from peril by catching them bridal style or they're just happy to see them and they end up picking them up in a spinning hug on impulse but in both situations they would have an airheaded ":D" smile on their face lololol! Thank you ^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^

Gintoki Sakata:

-His new discovery is your ruin.

-“Oh-oh so you can lift me up? I expect to be lifted up every day, is it clear?”

-Gintoki wasn’t joking, he always comes up with a dumb excuse like “my bones are old” or “I worked so much yesterday, all my muscles are sore can’t even walk”.

-All of this because not only he is a lazy ass, but also because Gintoki loves leaning his head on your shoulder or feeling your arms around him.

Okita Sougo:

-“Oh I didn’t know I was in a relationship with a gorilla” he says while you turn off the stove.

-Sob, he is always so nasty; next time let the boiling hot oil hit him instead.

-Endless teasing, from your short stature to your newfound strength, you can’t win against sadist Kaiser.

Kamui:

-So, he can fight you? If you can lift him up it means you also have enough strength to fight him, right? Right???

-He’ll match your airhead smile for all the wrong reasons.

-For real, now he wants to spar with you and we both know you will never win, not even in your best dream.

-You’ll have to run as far away from him as possible; let’s see if the strength in your legs is the same as the one in your arms…

#gintama imagine #gintama reaction #gintama x reader #gintoki sakata #sougo okita #kamui yato #gintoki x reader #sougo x reader #kamui x reader #I'm sorry if they are too short #but I hope they are good enough #also I love the gintama requests because you have so much personality when requesting #so nice

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kuromitos · 2 years

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Imagine with me....

It's your day off from work and you're hanging out with your friends, just having fun. You were asked what you did before meeting up and you said shopping which made you bring up this perfume shop you visited.

You didn't buy anything but you caught a whiff of this really good men's cologne that just got. You couldn't describe the smell but it was amazing scent that made you swoon. While talking about it, you jokingly said this

'If I had a boyfriend and he wore that cologne, I would jump him right then and there!'

Everyone was laughing at the jokes and didn't think to much of it. You were just kidding, nobody was taking you seriously, right?

That is until the next day at work...

Gintoki Sakata

You were serving customers their food at the bar tonight instead of the usual serving drinks from behind the counter. Boss said it something about 'special service'. You were getting closer (physically) than before which you hate since it's only gross drunk men that smell like booze and sadness.

Hearing the bell above the door, signaling new customers, you lift your head to give the typical happy 'Welcome' greeting to them. Hearing a deep lazy voice answer back made you know that Sakata has returned for his usual order of red beans over rice and cold beer.

You get his order and walk to his table ,when put everything down in front of him, you catch a good whiff of him.

Sweet scent of strawberries with a hint of... that cologne from the other day?

No way. Can't be. But you remember that scent.

'You got some new cologne? Smells good. '

'No. Just a sample. Lady sprayed me before coming here.'

His eyes turned towards you in a certain way that makes your body shiver slightly.

'Said it makes women jump me on the spot. You think she was right?'

[Scenario works for Takasugi and Sakamoto aswell.]

Toshirou Hijikata

It's was pretty hectic day at the host club you worked at and it was because of one reason and one reason only.

Shinsengumi visit. Which means everyone are trying their best to gain the attention of these handsome officers. And by that you mean mainly Okita Sougo and Hijikata Toshirou.

Since Okita didn't come their sights were set on the demon vice chief but he decided to be entertained by you and you only. Which set everyone sights on you but there's some bad intentions in those stares.

The jealous glares was just the tip of this awkward moment since the vice chief wasn't a big talker which leads to alot of random pauses in the conversation.

'Work must of been pretty busy for you, Hijikata-san?'

'Not more than usual'

'I mean being the vice chief is a demanding position but only the best for job.'

'Hmmm.'

With one word responses and his stoic attitude, you wanted to trade with anyone here but you didn't want to be rude and you can't deny it but you're curious about why he chose you.

When you were about to ask him, he start to get closer to you and turns towards you. 'Can I ask you something personal?'

'But of course'

'Do you like men who wear cologne?' Huh? Cologne?

'As much as the next girl'

You noticed his face was heating up after you answered that question aswell his cup of Dom Perignon was empty. Being the good hostess you are, you fill it back up

But being near him, you get a good whiff of him. Nicotine and mayonnaise. There's an another scent mixed in. The cologne from yesterday?

'I heard women like men better if they're wearing cologne. I bought some and decided to wear it.' His face was bright red and turned down but he looked up at you with a nervous look in his eyes.

'Do you happen to like it?'

【Scenario works for Katsura,Kondo and Okita aswell】

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A new scenario format! What do you guys think? I actually like this since it can be short and sweet but still gives enough to enjoy. I plan to do more like this. So I hope you guys like it.

P.s. My ask box will close soon for reasons so if have a request don't be afraid to send anything.

#anime #gintama #sakata gintoki #hijikata toushirou #sakata gintoki x reader #hijikata toshiro x reader #kondo isao #okita sougo #sakamoto tatsuma #gintama imagine #gintama scenarios #takasugi shinsuke

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cherryluvrx3 · 9 months

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Sadists and men are irritating. One who is both is the worst of all.

Okita Sougo x fem afab reader

This is pretty much just a self indulgent stupid fic I thought would be funny. Based of a screenshot from another fic (I’ll put it at the end cuz I don’t wanna spoil the part lol)

Cw. talk about pregnancy, abortion, (not at all seriously though), Okita calls you a slut like twice, some smut at the end and breeding??? Also in general Okita being a piece of shit like usual

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As the Shinsengumi nurse, I was no stranger to the spontaneous idiotic conversations men talk about. After all, my job keeps me surrounded by uncivilized men all the time. At first, the soldiers were a bit wary and even shy to act crude around me, not used to having a woman in the workplace, but after years of working there, the excitement and special treatment had worn off. Now they have no issue talking about any questionable, disgusting, filthy topics.

The other day I heard a debate that spanned about an hour long on ‘What do you think would kill you faster? Uncontrollable vomiting or shitting?’

Seriously the topics these men conjure up can be nothing short of abysmal. Part of me understands that as men who follow such a strict code, uphold the law, put their lives on the line, and are forced to live with other men, they don’t have as much freedom as others or much time to enjoy themselves. And since they’re stuck with each other, all their stupid ass energy is quick to infect and spread and soon enough you got everyone talking about vomit and shit when they should be, I don’t know, doing their jobs?

At the end of the day it’s whatever though.

While they can be moronic and gross, I have to admit that they bring personality and excitement to my job. Since I’m just a lone nurse working in a simple on-grounds clinic, serious injuries go to hospitals while I mainly give them check ups and treat their scrapes and boo-boos. Having to treat a bunch of beat up men is much more entertaining when they pass the time talking passionately about the most dumb or horrid things imaginable. At times like those, I find myself having to rewrap some guy's arm for the third time because I can’t focus from all the gut wrenching laughter and tears in my eyes.

Of course there are times when they try to involve me in the conversations. I usually opt out of all the really nasty sick ones because of personal preference but this was one that wasn’t a disgusting talk really, more like a hypothetical. Specifically about me and my boyfriend, Sougo Okita.

The two of us had met because of our jobs of course and he ended up taking an interest in me because I bit back when he teased me. Initially he just liked messing with me and I hated his guts but after a while we both had grown strangely close and ended up falling into a relationship without either of us actually asking each other out. Too much pride for either of us to spit out our feelings? How embarrassing..

Anyway, the question was asked by Yamazaki, who was accompanied by Saitou. The two of them were getting their bruises, scrapes and cuts treated that they had gained from training together.

“So (Y/n), what would you do if you were pregnant with Captain Okita’s kid?”

“What?” The dead look I shot him quickly told him I was not amused with where the conversation was heading.

“No- I mean-ow! C’mon! Surely it’s crossed your mind?” Yamazaki yelped as I aggressively dabbed an alcohol soaked cotton ball into a bad scrape on his knee.

[Assuming that you two are… active?] Saitou’s notebook read.

I huffed and felt my cheeks get hot before muttering, “We are,” I got up to throw the cotton ball in the trash can, “but! That’s really none of your business.” I said and poked Yamazaki’s shoulder where I knew he had a tender bruise making him yelp again.

“But Okita’s always telling your business!”

“What?” The dead look once again on my face as I waited for them to explain.

[Well sometimes the other men ask him about how things are between you two and he says that..]

Saitou flips the page,

[..You’re really a big cock slut who can’t get enough of him -///-] he used his notebook to cover up his blushing face as if he didn’t already have a mask on and draw a blushing emoticon.

Holy shit.

I mean.. men have always been shameless assholes that often have no problems over sharing the personal details of their girlfriends to other men for the imaginary cool guy points that dudes have but HOLY SHIT!?

I felt all color drain from my face only for it to instantly come back with how hard my blood was pumping from anger and embarrassment.

“Oh my- That’s not true by the way!” I grab Yamazaki by his bruised shoulders and shake him. “If anything, he’s the slut! He’s the one that can’t keep his hands off me!” I yell, shaking Yamazaki even harder while Saitou helplessly watches.

“Whatever!” I drop Yamazaki onto the medical bed where he lays lifelessly. “To answer your question, if I was pregnant with that asshole’s child, it’d be gone as soon as I can schedule the appointment!”

“What?”

I turn to the door to see said asshole boyfriend at the doorway.

Under normal circumstances I’d maybe be happy to see him but instead I huff and roll my eyes. “You heard me, if I had your kid in my stomach I’d get rid of it before that devil spawn could be formed!” I turned around and started gathering what I needed to treat Saitou now.

“Okay wait. What’s even going on?” Okita asked confused on the random topic and why I was even mad at him when he hadn’t done anything yet.

Saitou quickly wrote to give him a swift summary.

“Oh. So you heard about that huh? Or I mean read about that.” Okita chuckled, not at all ashamed that I found out he’d been telling people that I’m practically a horn dog. “What? Are you embarrassed?” He went to wrap his arms around my waist from behind and leaned to talk by my ear, “All I’m doing is telling everyone how much you love me and how insatiable you get for my di-” I elbow him in the gut hard and watch as he doubled over with a groan.

“God you are so irritating!” I yell and walk over to Saitou so I could start treating him but he backs away in fear I’ll do more harm than good.

“Yeah I guess I could see why you wouldn’t want his child,” Yamazaki chuckles, “I’m sure he’d stress you out like crazy- Ow! Ow!” He whimpers as Okita starts rubbing into Yamazaki’s bruises that he somehow was able to find.

“Really? That’s why you wouldn’t have my kid?” He asks while still harassing poor Yamazaki.

“Not just that. There’s no way you’d be a good dad. You’re way too childish and would probably ditch me, making me end up as a single mother because you ‘couldn’t handle the pressure!’” I grumbled while I disinfected some of Saitou’s cuts.

[I have to admit that makes sense. After all you both are still young and a child is a lot of responsibility] Saitou’s notebook read. “Right? You get me.” I patted his back before going to toss the garbage in the bin.

Okita walked up to me and gently cupped my chin, tilting my face to the side. I think that he’s gonna give me a sweet kiss on the cheek to make me feel better, something he does whenever I get too worked up over his bullying.

He leans down slowly and I let him, after all I deserve some sweet loving- nevermind he just stuck his tongue in my ear.

“Sougo! Ew!” I scream as I shove him away and frantically try to clean his spit. He smirked from the satisfaction of irritating me once again but his smug look eventually faded.

I could tell Okita was upset but I wasn’t sure if it was because I said he’d be a bad dad or that I’d accused him of leaving me when times got tough.

“Hmph. Whatever. Not like you'd be a good mother either.” He huffed and left the room before I could argue back.

A few days had passed since then. I thought he was upset but he seemed normal as ever when I had seen him again so I eventually forgot about the whole conversation. I mean, life as the nurse for a bunch of idiots is very demanding y'know. A gal like me has got a lot on her mind at once. Like.. well..uhh…

Today me and Okita were… hanging out…in my apartment…alone..

Ahem…

The bed creaked under the weight and strain that came from Okita’s hips slapping into my own. He’d always been rough so this was nothing new. I was on my back, my legs wrapped around his waist while his face was buried in my neck, leaving rough bite marks, hickeys, and an occasional tender kiss behind. My nails dug into his shoulders as I held on for support, the pain making him groan.

How did things end up like this? I’m not entirely sure. It seems like whenever we have time alone together we just jump at the opportunity to get into each other’s pants. To us it feels like this is the best way to truly let each other know how we feel. The passion, the aggression and the sincerity of our touches convey our emotions better than our words could.

My back arched as his cock plunged itself into me, each thrust somehow feeling deeper than the last. I would be embarrassed by the obscene squelching sounds that came after each eager pump of his hips if I didn’t have Okita struggling to hold back his moans by ear, busying his mouth with licking and sucking on the skin of my neck instead.

Our bodies were coated with a thin layer of sweat as they held onto each other. My hips bucked against his, never having enough of him.

I gripped his soft hair and tugged him away from my neck, his plump lips already slick with spit before I crashed my lips to his. My tongue shooting into his already parted, panting mouth. He let out a throaty groan and his hips stuttered against mine, overwhelmed with all the sensations.

Our tongues slid against each other’s aggressively. Even now we fought, trying to make the other submit. The kiss was sloppy and hot, I couldn’t help but moan at the familiar feeling of him dominating my mouth.

One of his hands slid between us, his thumb rubbing rough circles on my clit to win me over. I gasped and broke from the kiss entirely, legs shuddering as my hips raised to hump against the pressure of his thumb.

“Oh! Sougo I’m gonna-” before I could finish, he pulled out entirely and moved my legs, pushing them against my chest. My legs naturally hung over his shoulders as he once again pushed himself into me, now in a mating press.

The pressure of his weight and the feeling of his cock pushing much deeper into me than before was almost overwhelming. My breath caught in my throat and I couldn’t even moan until he started pounding away.

Once again his hips continued their familiar, desperate pace, chasing after his own high.

He sneered at the dazed look on my face, “You gonna cum? You should see yourself, honestly it’s embarrassing that you could be this slutty. I should take pictures and post them on the Shinsengumi bulletin board so people can see what you’re really like with me.” He chuckled, his voice slurred from pleasure. All I could do was grasp the sheets and whimper as he wrecked me.

I was so close to cumming and I could tell he was too with how his body shook with excitement.

Then, Sougo’s eyes darkened, he leaned down so we were face to face. His eyes entirely focused on me and I couldn’t bring myself to look away. He looked me dead in the eyes before asking, “You ready to be a single mother?”

…What the fuck?

My eyes widened and face contorted into a look of confusion and disgust and that look was all he needed to push over the edge. He slammed into me one last time and let out an airy moan and his hips shook from how hard he just came.

I felt his cum shoot into me in bursts, hot and sticky as it was, I stayed frozen in place. Any semblance of an orgasm was long gone for me, it felt like I’d just been splashed with cold water.

Seriously what the actual fuck?

He lifted his head up with a smug smirk and gave me a sweet kiss on my cheek.

“YOU’RE SO FUCKING IRRITATING!” I kicked him off the bed.

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okay so I thought of this after seeing this screenshot

I havent actually read the fic but I was going though old pics on my phone and seen it and since I'm now Okita obsessed I decided to write this lol

#gintama #gintama smut #gintama x reader #okita sougo #okita #sougo #okita sougo x reader #gintama imagines

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souglias · 2 years

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The Weightless Word That Anchors You To His Side [Sougo] [Kamui]

c/w: blood, injury, violence, tons of swearing, slight spoilers for Mitsuba arc

Cross-posted on ao3

Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOUGO!! This is my offering to you, mister super sadist. Meanwhile, @goldenlaquer HI uh it's me the anon who asked if I could write the Kamui idea. The Kamui fic is my offering to u, thank u for feeding me so much tasty gintama content. I will not shut up about 'Who Runs The World? Sadists' and 'All The World's A Stage'. I hope this is good enough for u (and if it is can we be friends :"> okay but on a serious note, no pressure!!) Lastly, shoutout to @divinavulpes and @pen-observing for listening to me scream about how much I suffered while writing these and helping me for the Kamui fic <3

Thank u for all the likes and reblogs on my first gintama fic <3

[Sougo]

How fleeting anything beautiful is.

The maple leaves that cling onto their branches as winter starts to exhale its frost into the landscape. They all fall onto the ground at the end of autumn, no matter how much they try. When humans step on them, cracks run across their coloured bodies and are long forgotten.

His sister who was at the peak of health, yet it declined abruptly months after he left for Edo. She’s undergone countless treatments and swallowed thousands of pills. But she still left even before she had a single grey streak in her pale brown hair.

Sougo doesn’t see anything as beautiful anymore. A pair of dirt-tinted glasses he wears to view the world. Everything is shit and ugly, especially you. He makes sure he smears more mud on his dirt-tinted glasses when he looks at you.

You're just supposed to be a housekeeper who happened to take up the job opening at the Shinsengumi for the summer holiday. (Matsudaira finally decided someone needed to clean after a whole army of his men, especially with all the tamakin* lurking around.)

It's all good until Sougo bumps into you with a tray of cold soba. The soba spills all over your apron, bits of the soup staining your shirt.

With a deadpan voice, he comments, “You should keep your eyes on the path in front, mx housekeeper. Now you have to pay for another bowl of soba for me.”

You admit you weren’t paying too much attention to your surroundings and only focusing on cleaning. But the monotone of his voice ticks you off.

Pursing your lips, you attempt to be careful not to let anything too sharp out of your mouth. “I’m so sorry, I was just too focused on trying to make this place clean.”

He doesn’t break eye contact with you for a few seconds and you think he’s already going to send in a request to fire you. Instead, he holds out an open palm. You raise an eyebrow at him and it prompts him to brush his thumb against his fingertips as he mouths “money”. Scoffing under your breath, you shove your hand into your pocket and give him whatever change you have. You don’t check if it’s enough and storm off.

(It wasn't.)

Aside from cleaning, you help some of the men tidy their rooms if they request it. Your job scope does not include any of the men’s rooms because Kondo said that the men should all be responsible for their own spaces. But you don’t mind the extra work since you often finish the required tasks early.

It is all good until Sougo asks you to clean his room with a bunch of insults.

“Are you a pushover? You’re not paid to clean my room but you do it when I ask you anyway?”

You narrow your eyes at him before you turn back to wipe the shelf with a cloth. “I’m trying to be generous to a slob who has a dusty space for a room.”

He clenches his jaw because you’re right with all the layers of dust on the sliding doors and shelves.

“Generosity? Don’t kid with me, I know there won’t be any more of such shit as more time passes. You’ll laze around or leave for home early before you’re dismissed eventually.”

How wrong you prove him to be.

You help him to replace the yellowed and slightly tattered paper over his sliding door. You help Hijikata sweep up the ashes lying around in his room. You stash some different flavoured bread in Yamazaki’s cupboard so he doesn’t have to snack on anpan even on his off days. All with their permission, of course.

When they thank you in their ways, you give Sougo a look that says “how’s that, you sadistic bitch?”

Sougo snickers at you when Hijikata passes you a bowl of ramen with a mountain of mayo as thanks, filled with amusement. You force the whole bowl of ramen down your throat because you’re worried the demon vice-chief of the Shinsengumi was going to punish you for rejecting his gift.

He laughs at your face that’s gradually turning green and pokes at your queasy stomach.

(Not long later, you suppose you get the last laugh. You throw up all over him and you smirk at him while you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, albeit weakly.)

As time passes, the amount of tasks for you reduces and you’re finding it hard not to laze around. Whenever you see Sougo within your view, you wipe over the top of an already clean table a second time. The second time, you do it a little more slowly too.

When you lie in their backyard to admire the azure blue sky, Sougo’s voice bounces around the walls of your mind. Lazing around, are you?

It makes you immediately jump up to find something to do. You spit a 'tch' out of your mouth, frustrated at how you're letting a mere captain influence your actions.

Eventually, you find yourself peeking through the windows of their dojo and watching them train. You pick up a branch and try to imitate whatever you see being taught. Engrossed in your new “skill”, you forget to be on the lookout for the super sadist. The one time you forget to check if you’re within his line of sight, Sougo catches you.

“Slacking off, are you? Or are you practising some ‘special’ sword techniques to swat a fly that intrudes into our compound?”

You drop the branch, fumbling for an excuse.

“I’m already done with my work today. Besides, I could use some self-defence skills with a stick.”

He mocks you, “Please, [name]. What kind of world do you think we live in? Look, your footwork is already all wrong. You can’t just stand with your feet shoulder apart, you need to have your dominant foot forward too.”

The two of you have an impromptu session behind the dojo, him correcting your posture first. You can tell midway he decides to go spartan on you because you think he’s already asked you to swing this stupid branch 50 times. After possibly the 100th time, you start swinging the branch at him.

As he dodges your strikes, he comments, “You’re already as good as me when I was 7.”

“Is that a compliment?”

He just scoffs and tells you to think what you like to think. Right after that, he whacks your side with the wooden sword he pulls from his hip and you tumble to the ground.

(He grins as he watches you clutch your side, face contorted with pain. You swear you will defeat him one day. Perhaps you will since you start showing up to the dojo to train and you’re improving fast.)

Towards the end of summer, you start helping out in the kitchen too. On a particular day, you head out to the market to help the canteen chefs replenish their stocks. Hijikata asks you to help him get a bottle of mayonnaise from the supermarket.

A bunch of ruffians bump into you as you’re carrying bags of food back. You hear the eggs crack in one of the bags that dropped. They stare daggers at you, but you glare back at them. The guy with a red afro, who you suppose is the leader, stomps up to you. His face hovering right in front of yours.

“Hey, apologise.”

“Why? You should apologise.”

He barks out a laugh, “What a feisty kid! You wanna die or something?”

You’re about to open your mouth when a hand grabs the red afro man’s face. Whoever's behind you shoves the man away from you, causing the ruffian to pinch his nose in agony. A monotonous voice replies, “Sorry, this housekeeper is a fucking cockroach, hanging around dirty corners. I don’t think it’s a good idea to put your face so close to them.”

Sougo pulls you backwards, your back colliding with his chest. He raises his unsheathed sword and points the metal tip between the afro man’s eyes. His voice comes out low, a snarl of a vicious dog.

“Leave.”

They turn tail and run. You hop out of his grasp, fanning your burning face.

You mutter thanks as Sougo picks up the bags you’ve dropped. Sougo tilts his body towards you, his free hand cupped around his ear. “What’s that? I couldn’t hear you?”

It’s your turn to scoff and you walk forward without replying to him. On the way back, the back of your hand bumps into his way too many times.

(Sougo doesn’t see non-samurai talk back often. Maybe you’re secretly one.)

With you, Sougo forgets for a while he’s not allowed to see anything as beautiful. That’s his fatal mistake.

He only remembers he shouldn't when he sees your body leaning limply on the wall behind you, head hanging forward. It only slaps him in the face when he sees streaks of red all over your body as if the perpetrator took your body for a canvas and your blood for paint. A sickening halo of crimson starts to pool on the ground beneath you. He notices you holding a metal rod with a splotch of blood on its edge.

Sougo hears swords being unsheathed behind him. He immediately identifies them as remnants of a malicious yakuza that the Shinsengumi attempted to wipe out months ago. They start making threats that Sougo knows are empty. He makes easy work of them, unaware of the beast that his enemies see in his eyes. As he cuts them down, he notices that one of the opponents already has a bleeding wound on his head.

An amused laugh spills out of his lips.

The moment the last opponent falls to their knees, he rushes to your side. Your pulse is weak and your breathing is shallow. His breathing starts becoming erratic. He pulls out his phone. It's out of battery.

He peels off his jacket and drapes it around you. Following that, he lifts you up his back. He ignores the cuts and gashes that cry out with agony when he stands up. He piggy-backs you out of the abandoned warehouse and towards the nearest hospital.

Fuck this shit, he should have made sure his metaphorical shit-filled glasses rested securely on the bridge of his nose. Hell, he should have gotten goggles instead.

Anything mesmerising isn’t for him to keep.

His white shirt feels paper-thin today. He feels the fabric with your blood plaster onto his back.

He curses under his breath, “For fucks sake, [name]. You’re supposed to be a cockroach. If a meteorite didn’t wipe you out, this wouldn’t kill you.”

Sougo thinks he heard a weak hum in your chest.

“Stay with me, idiot. This is an order from the Captain of the 1st Division of the Shinsengumi.”

(You’re not even one of his men.)

Even with your face right beside his ear, he strains to hear your inhales and exhales. It’s hard to hear with his feet that drag themselves across the concrete.

“Is it that hard for you to stay? Did you have a death wish you told no one about?”

Unconsciously, he grits his teeth. Why did his phone have to run out of battery right at this crucial time? He should have charged it this morning. It’s your fault. It’s always because you charge it for him but you weren’t there to charge it this morning.

He feels like he’s clutching his sister’s hand beside her death bed again.

“Stay.”

It comes out like a whimper of an abandoned puppy. He hates how pathetic he sounds, but it doesn’t matter anymore. There’s no one left to listen to him. You’re slowly moving further from his grasp.

“I will.”

Your words almost get carried away by the wind. There’s a sudden push in the muscles of his legs and every part of him goes into overdrive.

He makes it to the hospital in time. You almost don’t make it, but you make it. By your bedside, his hands wish to hold yours. But there’s no urgency, no desperation for him to clutch onto your hand like he’s trying to keep your life in his grasp.

After that, he makes sure he puts on a pair of dirt-smeared glasses.

(Sometimes, when he’s feeling less of a coward, he’ll look at you through the gaps between the smears. Sometimes, he’ll remember you’re a cockroach and that you’ll show up yourself on the surface of his glasses.)

[Kamui]

Ever since you were kids, you have done everything for Kamui. Silently. So when he asked you to join the Harusame with him, you followed him without asking for anything in return.

There were many instances where you regretted joining the Harusame. But you’re thankful that you’re no longer looking out for Kamui alone. Housen mentored Kamui and you’re glad there’s someone much stronger than you he could approach. While you belong to the Yato clan too, you think (and deep down you know) that you’re no longer able to keep up with his strength. You stop sparring with him because a part of you screams that he’s going to toss you out of his squad for potentially losing to him. Due to there being other matters concerning Kamui that you have to attend to, you’re grateful that Abuto is there to clean up Kamui’s mess when you can’t.

You’re aware he has no interest in romance and he’s unlikely to ever look at you the same way you look at him. (And you look at him silently for it.) Even so, you think you can stay with him forever, status quo. It’s not as if you could find guys elsewhere because once you’re in the Harusame, there’s no way out. You can’t imagine being with all the other cluck-faced amantos in the Harusame either.

But it gives you some solace that he cares about you in some way. In the middle of wolfing down his meals, he’d stop abruptly and ask you if you’d like a bit of something he thought tasted good. He’d pull a piece of lint that’s clinging onto your hair. He even once brought back a squashed piece of manju (a poor bystander that suffered collateral damage from one of his fights) when you stayed behind to watch the ship during his visit to Yoshiwara.

He gave you the umbrella you use in fights now. He also gave you your first-ever umbrella.

You still keep it because he gave it to you. You still keep it because it was his first umbrella too. Now, it stands in the corner of your room, beside the much larger one you use now.

“Hey, why are you walking in the rain on your own?”

You sniffle, watching the vermillion-haired boy’s reflection from the puddles beneath you.

“I don’t have one. My parents left me and I have to keep my money for food.”

“Where did your parents go?”

You don’t answer him and you pick up your pace discreetly. He keeps up and continues to pester you, even making an off-handed comment on how rude you were to ignore him.

You keep your eyes fixed on the ground, unsure what the fuck is this kid’s problem. The adults barely even bat an eyelash at you when you needed them and this kid just tries to barge in to find out more about you.

Suddenly, the rain stops. No wait, it didn’t. You still see ripples on the puddles ahead of you and the sound of droplets hitting the ground. You look up to see Kamui stand close next to you, tilting the umbrella to favour your side.

“You can have mine then. But in return, you have to be my friend. Makes up for not answering my questions too.”

When you reach your door, he shoves the umbrella handle into your hand and sprints off into the downpour.

A few days later, he comes back to your place with a slight cough. He comes back again the next day. And the next…

The problem you have is that no one seems to be able to reign in his lust for battle. He doesn’t care for you enough to do that. He probably cares the same way a group member would care about another useful group member in the project.

(He still asks you why you keep that worn umbrella, especially when you’re no longer using it. You don’t tell him it’s the only gift from him that came from him when strength was not all that was in his head. It’s a gift from the Kamui who had space for both you and his ambitions in his heart.)

Abuto says that you’re their best bet in persuading him to learn how to pull the brakes, but you haven’t so far. It makes you want to launch yourself into space and run away from this godforsaken crime syndicate. When he returns to you with blood-soaked sleeves, you don’t know how much longer the dam of your tears will hold. You pray with your entire being, to whoever’s still listening to you, that they're all blood shed by the enemy before he undresses for you to treat him. You pray in silence.

Of course, some of it is blood shed by the enemy. But the bloom of red on one side of his shoulder is a gunshot with a bullet you have to pull out before it closes at godspeed. A crimson river flows down his forearm and you have to stitch his skin up.

Even after umpteen times, you still feel the heat in your cheeks when you examine his toned and refined body. But the cuts and splatters of dirty blood make your worry curl its witch-like fingers around your windpipe, making you forget about how he's shirtless.

Kamui says there’s no real need to patch him up. But even if he’s not hurting, you are. The Yato are meant to fight, but you wish for once, he’d stop throwing himself into battles as if nobody values his life.

You lock up all your lamenting and tuck it in the deepest corner of your mind. It’s not like he’ll value what you say to him. You continue to stick by his side as if there’s super glue between you two.

But even with time, super glue can be worn down. You feel something in your heart snap when he walks into your room with the head of a spear lodged in his back that he couldn’t pull out. That dumb smile still on his face. What the hell are his subordinates doing letting him walk around without removing it?

Ever since you were kids, you did everything for Kamui silently. You give him the last piece of manju you wanted for yourself without protest. You bandage up his cut-littered arms, holding back your tears when you think about the bullies so he wouldn’t hear your sobs. You spar with him after a long day, biting back whimpers when his wooden rod grazes against your skin.

But this time you tell him to fuck off. The smile on his face falls a little. In Kamui’s mind, you never swear. You make it a rule not to look at him until you’re out of his sight.

“You having a bad day?”

You ignore him, grabbing your shawl and draping it over your shoulders. He’s standing in the middle of the door, blocking your way. You shove him off with your shoulder and see him flinch at the corner of your eye. You dig your nails into your palm.

Kamui grabs your wrist with an iron grip.

“Where are you going?”

You try to pry your wrist out, but his grip tightens.

“I’m leaving the Harusame.”

There’s no delay in his question. “Why?”

“I’m done with you.”

Kamui clenches his jaw, trying to keep that grin plastered on his face. He tastes metal on his tongue. Your fingers find their way to your shirt and you crumple a portion in your fists. He chuckles with his mouth closed, the forced laugh thrumming about haphazardly in his chest. Instead of relieving the tension, he feels the echoes of his laugh suffocate him.

“Fight me. If you win, I’ll let you go.”

As you try to take a step forward, he jokes with a feigned spring in his voice, “It’s an order by the way. Can you believe I’m using my authority right now?”

You bite your lip to push down the lump in your throat, but the tears come flowing out anyway. He’s always talking about how your potential is wasted. You’re leaving and this is probably all he’s thinking about. Make full use of [name] before they go.

“Go ahead and kill me then. I’m done. I’m fucking done watching you waste yourself away on the battlefield. I’m done feeling like I’m the one who got stabbed when it’s you.”

You start to choke on your words and sob. In between sobs, you scream, “I’m sick of wondering when you’ll stop showing up to get yourself patched up.”

You heave and exhale, the frustration rendering you unable to form words for a while.

“I joined you because you asked, but you don’t even care about me because you can’t do the basic thing of taking care of yourself.”

(Oh, how he means the world to you, too. But you’re probably just a pawn in his whole scheme of getting strong. Silence still follows you here because you zip your mouth when the thought pops in your mind. Maybe silence is a curse because you wish you dared to say that.)

When you regain your composure, you say, “I’ll get executed by the Harusame for leaving anyway, so you can have the honour of killing me in a spar before they do.”

You think your bones are on the verge of cracking like your heart.

“You’re being fucking unfair, Kamui. Let go. I’ll fight you, that’s what you want, right?”

It’s one of the rare times Kamui stays silent. Should you be grateful you’ve witnessed him shut his mouth before your death or should you desire him to answer you? You throw your fist towards his face. He stops it with his palm, a loud boom reverberating.

“Stay.”

The word drops out of his mouth like a pin falling off a table. You almost miss it with the noise and the whirring of the engine that kept you up for many nights when you first joined. You almost miss it with how raspy his voice is. The word clinks against the ground and its echoes roar over the machinery in your ears. It holds your feet down like a boulder that you can’t kick off or lift. Unconsciously, his grip on your wrist loosens.

The other hand that blocked your fist holds onto your shoulder. His touch is still rough as if it only knows how to make someone keel over, but you can feel him hold his strength back.

You mutter, “How do you expect me to stay in this shithole when you don’t make it any better?”

You hear Kamui inhale as if he’s about to say something, but stops as he chokes on his words. He falls to the ground on his knees. You crouch down to his level and look him in the eye.

Whatever light that was left in his eyes is snuffed out. He’s dropped the pretentious smile he always wears and in its place, a bittersweet curl of his lips.

“You’re the only one left to protect.”

You don’t move for a moment, your mouth slightly parted.

The man in front of you is no longer the bloodthirsty captain of the 7th division. He’s the boy who sat by your side after yet another heavy downpour. The same boy staring into the distance (not even the horizon but instead into another rundown building) with dejected eyes, telling you he wishes he could have protected his sister from the bullies.

You slide your wrist out of his grip and he abruptly looks up, expecting you to walk away from him. Instead, you embrace him in a hug.

You whisper, “Will everything end when you reach the top of the world?”

Kamui’s arms circle your body tentatively. After much hesitation, his palm rests on your back while his arms go lax. He only nods, but it’s timid. You hover your fingers over his wounds on the back, over the wound with the spear.

“And when will that be?”

He doesn’t have an answer for you. He thinks of a couple of answers. When you guys rise to the top of the Harusame? When he defeats that silver-haired samurai down on Earth?

He doesn’t answer you.

Maybe you’re asking too much from him all at once. After all, you’ve never asked anything much from him before.

“Pick your fights, will you? The ones that are just slightly more challenging. This is the last time I’m pulling a spear out of your body.”

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May I ask first date headcanons for Sougo and Kondo? Thanks!

A/N: I had kinda went a bit overboard on Sougo’s part, since it had gotten far too angsty than I had initially planned. Just wanted to apologize if this wasn’t entirely what you were asking for.😅 But I still made sure to end it with enough fluffiness to make up for it! At least I hope I did.

Ft: Okita Sougo & Kondō Isao (Gintama).

Okita Sougo

➵ Okay, so first things first. Sougo is not the type to just ask his s/o out straight off the bat. The two of them had most likely ran into each other far too many times in the most inconvenient moments. It had probably been situations that made most people believe they had already been on a date.

➵ But after realizing that he didn’t mind spending time with them like this, he decided to make a move. Though, I’m gonna be frank. Knowing Sougo, there was obviously nothing romantic in his approach. Perhaps the most comical of it all, was the fact that the previous little coincidental “run intos” were much more romantic and pleasing than the real deal.

➵ Being a sadist is literally a part of his identity and whether his s/o likes it or not, they’ll just have to deal with it. Their first date is probably going to be a bit more extreme than the following ones (if his s/o is willing to endure it and decides not to dump him—if that really is the case then they must be an angel sent from heaven).

➵ Why? It’s just that the guy will only soften up to them with time. He’s still going to be a menace, but it’ll be more tolerable and stop resembling a torture session.

➵ I can most likely see him take his s/o to an unusual restaurant or some other adrenaline eliciting place. This depends on their preferences—what they dislike the most that is.

➵ Depending on his s/o’s food preferences he’ll might just choose the restaurant that’ll fit perfectly into their very own interpretation of what a personal h*ll is. If they hate sweets, then expect a pastry shop. If they dislike spicy foods, then he’ll find literally the hottest dish on the menu. If they’re not that picky, fear not. The b*stard will still find a way to make his s/o cry at the end of their visit.

➵ Just like I had previously mentioned, a restaurant is not the only variant that he has on the list. Adrenaline inducing places is another one. He’ll probably even make it seem romantic, only to hit on the most vulnerable spot. Is his s/o afraid of heights? The Ferris wheel it is. Or let’s go bungee jumping if that’s not enough of a scare.

➵ He’s not mean enough to force them into a state of panic whatsoever. If he notices that they’re about to have an attack or are close to passing out, he’ll make sure to get them away from that place.

➵ By the way, he might not admit to it, but he actually enjoys it when his s/o clings onto him like a frightened koala. It’ll make him feel accomplished, but he’s also secretly happy since their actions show him that they really do trust him—and this sadistic baby is actually very touch starved.

➵ In addition, this may not seem relevant, but I’ll still say it. If his s/o really reminds him of his sister, then expect him to act the exact same way with them as he did with her.

You’re beginning to regret ever accepting this—whatever this is. There’s no way you’ll acknowledge this as a date anymore. You should’ve known that there was a reason behind his sudden sweet behavior. A part of you feels like crying, because you had truly looked forward to your first date. But now, a part of you is beginning to question his so-called “feelings” for you.

Maybe you were just being overly sensitive. After all, it had never been a secret that the guy found some sick enjoyment in tormenting others. But a part of you was hoping that he’ll act differently with you. He had been the one to ask you out, for crying out loud! You’re pretty sure that when a person asks you out it means that they like you, maybe even find you attractive. Sougo, however, had been sending you the exact opposite signals.

“I think this was a mistake.”

You weren’t looking at him as you spoke. In all honesty did you not think that you’d have the strength to. You were already close to tears. God only knows what will happen once you make eye contact with his gorgeous maroon colored eyes.

Whatever it had been that Sougo had been talking about came to an abrupt stop as soon as he heard your quivering voice. Sure, he might have been a bit mean this whole time, but up until this point it didn’t seem to bother you that much. He might not look like it, but Sougo is actually very observant and perhaps he now realized that he might’ve gone a bit to far with his antics.

“Oh? Is [Name]-chan tired already? Do they want to go home?” There was a teasing edge to his voice that you mistook for mockery and were about to leave, until the male reached out for your shaky figure to cradle you in his arms.

“Awe, don’t cry. We’ll go somewhere else next time, alright?” Sniffing, you decided to look up, no longer hiding your face in his chest. He was still sporting that infuriating smirk on his handsome face, but it was much kinder this time.

“Promise?” Your lips had formed into a childish pout, a small part of you still upset over the way he had been acting so far. But you were glad that he had paid enough attention to you to notice and did not straight out ignore like you had expected him to do. You knew he wouldn’t apologize, but the effort that he was putting was enough to make you understand that his feelings really were genuine.

“Promise. Wherever you’d like, your choice.”

Kondō Isao

➵ There is one big difference between Sougo and Kondō when it comes to romance. Both suck at it, but for major different reasons. Unlike Kondō, Sougo is actually capable of creating a romantic atmosphere if he wants to. Kondō, on the other hand, simply does not know how to. Which is quite amusing to be honest, since the guy is a big romantic.

➵ He loves anything that would usually be considered cliché and has so many ideas running through his mind. It just makes it all the more hilarious how he’s just incapable of making it a reality.

➵ While Sougo had just bluntly told his s/o that he likes them, Kondō would probably confess in the most embarrassing way possible. I swear! This man was practically yelling at his s/o from across the street to go on a date with him.

➵ Like any rational person they obviously rejected him a few times before finally accepting. There’s nothing mean behind his s/o’s actions, they were just genuinely weirded out by him and had a hard time comprehending what was going on.

➵ When it comes to planning their first date, he’d probably make use of his stalkerish tendencies. This was before his s/o had even met him. His s/o was truly convinced that there was a gorilla roaming around your neighborhood until he had decided to yell out his confession.

➵ That was also his s/o’s moment of realization. In other words: The day they had found out that he was actually a human and not just some random gorilla-looking amanto, stealing bananas from the local shops.

➵ So like I said earlier, the man has tons of ideas, to which he also adds his s/o’s likes and dislikes so that he can avoid any possible disaster. Problem is, it’s still going to turn out into a disaster. But it’s the effort that counts.

➵ The absolute first date will most likely be some kind of festival or amusement park. Because who doesn’t like festivals and amusement parks? Kondō can truly not comprehend the thought that somebody might in fact not like them.

➵ If his s/o does, then congrats. If they don’t, then he’ll probably be disappointed that he didn’t manage to come up with something that suited their taste. But if that really does happen, then he’ll just ask them what they would like to do and then just go with the flow from then on.

➵ Surprises! Don’t forget to expect tons of surprises! And it’s probably during one of these surprises that the long awaited disaster finally happens.

The date wasn’t horrible per se. You had truly found it adorable how hard the man next to you was trying. Always prioritizing your needs before his. It made your heart melt. You had seriously started questioning why you even rejected him all those times to begin with.

“Are you alright Kondō-san?” Despite how comical everything looked, you couldn’t help but feel slightly worried. The man did take quite a blow after all.

“There’s nothing to worry about [Last name]-san, I’ve taken much worse hits than this.” Even though his words were meant to ease your nerves, they somehow managed to worsen everything instead. A part of you was wondering if it had been those previous “hits” that he’s got from work that made him like this. Maybe he should rethink his lifestyle? Living like this could be rather damaging for both his brain and his body as a whole, after all.

“I still don’t understand what made you think it was a good idea to pierce the thumb with that needle?” A blush was dusting his cheeks as the question was voiced. You couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was right now.

“I just noticed the way you were looking at the fish tank and wanted to catch them for you.” This enticed another laugh to come out, since you thought his explanation was utterly ridiculous. However, despite that, it was still very sweet of him.

“I wonder just how much knowledge you must carry with you to know how bloodthirsty those amanto-fishes truly are.” Although the male did seem to manage to show off his knowledge, it still did not make the act in itself any less foolish. Kondō was aware that this peculiar species has an exceptional sense of smell, yet he still underestimated just how aggressive they could get. He had simply not expected them to jump out of the tank and attack him.

“I swear that our next date will be much better than this one!” He then exclaimed with a determined expression, aready planning where he would take you. You, on the other hand, smiled with content, not minding if it would turn out the same way this one had.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

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