#Gintama fic

[bossladytae]

Fic: The Strongest Bonds Need No Words

Picking up a rock from behind him, Sougo threw it toward the river, watching it skip once. He would show them all by becoming the greatest swordsman they would ever witness, putting Hijikata to shame instead and earning Kondou’s praise once again. They would all regret underestimating him and treating him like a child. The hairs on his neck prickled to attention, and Sougo shot a glance to his left. There was a tall boy standing not too far from him, also facing the river in silence. He was one of the new recruits with thick, fiery orange hair. Saitou Shimaru, fourteen-years-old, bent down and picked up a rock and threw it across the surface of the water, the stone skipping four times before plopping into the water. Then, he looked at Sougo, with impassive yet sharp red eyes.

Summary: In the forest, long before the group of young men are ever known as the Shinsengumi, Shimaru teaches a pouting Sougo how to skip a rock on the water.

And so begins an unusual yet strong friendship.

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The link to AO3 is in the title if you are interested in reading.

[pearthery]

I could no longer move my mouth. It was alright, it did not bother me. I was at peace, listening to Sakata go on, grunting every now and then. Who knew he could be this talkative! It took some doing, though. Few days of slow dying, and he opens up like a flower. I wanted to tell him we should have talked like this a year ago. I wanted to tell him I would have loved to see Katsura go at it in a bare-knuckle match. I wanted to tell him I was sorry I would not make it. It had been an honour to have met him. Not in that stuffy, samurai way, but in the way two friends were honoured to have met each other. But really, there was only one thing I really wanted to tell the man patiently keeping me company while I breathed my final breaths. If I had never learned a thing about Yoshida Shoyou, and knew only that you were his student, I could still say I had met him.

crying about you and me and the devil makes three again,,, i miss mikkun,, few days of slow dying and he opens up like a flower.....

[justpendule]

Just posted a new GinZura NSFW fic!

Fandom: Gintama

Pairing: Gintoki / Katsura

Main tags: PWP - Trans man Katsura - Lingerie

Words Count: 2.9k

[corpsekiller]

some steamy smut w abuto👩🏾‍🦯👩🏾‍🦯

✝ 𝖣𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 — 𝖠𝖡𝖴𝖳𝖮

i've never written for abuto until now, but it was worth a try and I think i did a good job writing his personality. thank you for this request, my dear <3

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. abuto x afab!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. nsfw! unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, daddy kink, dirty talk

MASTERLIST

He’s supposed to work.

As vice-captain it’s his duty to keep everything in order, ensure every soldier precisely follows his orders and, much to his dismay, work through endless stacks of papers his commander won’t even dare to touch with a crooked little finger. If it weren’t for his damned responsible nature, these papers would still be sitting at the exact same spot in a century or two, untouched and hidden under a thick layer of dust.

Though witch each inked sheet grows the urge to punch Kamui between his teeth and knock them out one by one, use some of his untamed thirst for blood against him and give him a taste of his own medicine. Sure, it would feel good to hammer some sense into that brat’s skull, but in the end, it’ll only cause more trouble for Abuto and he already has too much work sitting on his desk to deal with another problem, growing steadily with each passing hour. That’s why he’s supposed to work, he reminds himself in a moment of clarity before the sound of your moans throws every rational thought he might have had overboard.

“Fuck, please,” you whine breathlessly, delicate fingers clasped around his hand that's wrapped tightly around your throat as he thrusts into your pussy. Everything about him is so big - from the girth of cock stretching you out so deliciously to his broad shoulders where your calves rest as he towers over you and uses the weight of his body to push further into your fluttering cunt. “P-Please, I need you to—”

“What do you want me to do, pretty girl?” A lazy grin pulls at the corners of his mouth. The tips of his fingers retreat, brushing against the reddened spots covering the juncture on your neck to let you speak and his cock throbs inside your cunt, already knowing what you’re begging for so desperately. Still, he craves to hear your choked moans, needs to hear you plead for his cum to satisfy the sadistic side of him only you get to see when you’re spread out for him every night. “Want me to fill you up, hm?”

“Yes! Breed me, please,” you sob pathetically, nodding helplessly as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Drool coats your swollen lips and every snap of his hips against yours, each thrust that forces his cock to nudge against your cervix makes it harder for you to speak, but you force the broken words out of your mouth because you know, he won’t give it to you until he hears you ask for it like the good girl you are. “I need it so fuckin’ bad, daddy. Want your cum inside me, please!”

And he’ll never deny your wish to breed you. How could he, when you’re turning into a babbling mess, squeezing his cock so tightly that it’s impossible for him to pull out — he has no choice but to stuff you full with his cum if he wants to get back to work anytime soon.

[wordswhisperinthedark]

Sending this back out into the world 'cause it's best boy's bday and he deserves all the love <3

[mrosenkov]

Mutsu knows whatever step he takes, she will take one in the depth of his shadow. 

(set just after rakuyou, gen)

Mutsu wakes suddenly, blank walls of the Kairinmaru’s infirmary welcoming her to consciousness. It takes her a moment, her breath shaking, as she tries to remember—as she tries to piece the world together around her.

Another dream. How bizarre. Just months ago Mutsu was lucky if she slept at all, and now all she can do is sleep, her mind plagued with nightmares—seeing again and again the gun explode—the bullet, heading straight for him, death to take him.

Mutsu bites down hard on her lip, and slowly pulls herself up to sit, careful she doesn’t stretch her abdomen. It throbs with pain from the effort, stitches around her wound tight. She lays a gentle hand over the bandage, leaning back into the pillow.

And breathes, and breathes, breathe.

Earth sky outside tells her it’s been at least a day she’s been asleep for, the horizon edging to gold through the port window. Night soon. She stares, watching as the sun slowly sets, afraid to move lest she split open her injury. She thinks about calling for someone to get her some water, lend her their company for distraction—and almost does, too, until—

Until.

They enter the infirmary without looking her way, the Kiheitai captain first, then Sakamoto, following idly. Takasugi is clearly still not in a good way, limping to the bed diagonal to her own. He grabs from the bedside an assortment of things—money, a notebook, his katana which rests at the headboard.

He looks down to it, balancing the sword in his open palm. His eye is dark.

Sakamoto watches him warily. “I still don’t get it.”

“I don’t expect you to.”

It sounds like it should be a biting remark, but there is a surprising amount of understanding in his voice, a softness to it that Mutsu would never have expected from someone like Takasugi. He sinks down into the bed, and without hesitation, Sakamoto follows, taking the space next to him. They both stare at the katana, the silence screaming.

“Listen. Tatsuma.” Takasugi wraps his hand around the sword, gripping it tight enough she hears the saya clink. “Before I go… About what happened before—”

“Oi, oi, Bakasugi.” Sakamoto looks up from the sword, to the window straight ahead. The sun is low, now, bathing the room in a pool of gold. His glasses flash in the light. “Haha, don’t go all soft on me now.”

“Yeah? That’s it, then?” Takasugi’s voice drops low. “Suppose you’re just going to go back to your normal, idiotic self. Nothing happened, eh?”

Mutsu feels her heart plummet. She can see, clearly, Sakamoto’s shoulders sag, like a sudden incredible weight has been dropped on him. He leans forward, elbows on knees, looking down at his shaking hands in the sunlight.

“Ten of my crew died.” His voice is whisper soft, barely audible.

“Yeah.” Takasugi slams the tip of his saya on the ground, the sound causing Sakamoto to flinch. He puts all his weight on the handle in hand, using it to help him up. He stands over her captain, and leans down, dangerously close. “Why the fuck did you do it, Tatsuma? Why did you come back?”

Sakamoto doesn’t answer. She’s holding her breath, watching him, stomach swimming with nausea. She wants to touch his hand, hold them until they stop shaking. She wants to kick him out the window, knock some sense into him, try to get him to laugh again. She, selfishly, desperately, wants him to do something, anything.

Anything but the silence he sits in now.

Takasugi straightens, sliding his sword into his belt loop. “When you left the war, you should never have come back. Not for that idiot out there, not for Zura. Not for me.” He pauses, then, “Next time, I will kill you. If I see you doing that again, I will kill you.”

Sakamoto lets out a huff of breath. She’s sure it’s meant to be a laugh, but there’s no mirth behind it, nothing like himself.

“Too late now, isn’t it? I pulled them into this battle, and they died. I brought Mutsu into this battle, and she almost died. F-for me.” He looks up then, directly at Takasugi, and says, voice low, “And I would do it all again. Maybe yer the idiot, Bakasugi. All three of ya. I will be at yer side, at Kintoki’s side, at Zura’s side—right until the end.” 

Takasugi looks away, resting his arm on the handle of his katana. “Stop looking at the past, Tatsuma.”

“Ahahaha!” A laugh. A real one. She stares at him. Her heart is beating so fast. “I will when you three do, yeah?”

It might be the light—the shadows playing tricks on her eyes—but Mutsu swears she sees the lightest touch of a smile dance across Takasugi’s face. He lets his arm fall to his side, and starts to leave the infirmary, Sakamoto standing slowly.

“Fine. Then I guess this isn’t goodbye—to you, or your vice captain.” 

Takasugi casts a look back at her. She feels her heart stop for a beat, the realisation that he had known she’d been listening. She wants to say something but all she can bring herself to do is hold his gaze—and then she blinks, and he’s gone.

“I’m sorry,” she finds herself saying, voice raw from disuse.

She looks to Sakamoto, who stares out the window, his expression indecipherable. She doesn’t know what she apologises for. Eavesdropping? For taking the bullet that was meant for him? For following him blindly, once again, into another foolish plan of his own making?

She could be sorry for all of it. She could be sorry for none of it. She feels like a child again, pretending she isn’t lost at his side, knowing whatever step he takes she will take it in his shadow.

“Ahahaha haha! Don’t worry, Mutsu.” He smiles at her, face shining. But there’s something about it. Something is not right. Something that makes her chest tighten. “Get some rest! Tomorrow, we’ll leave Earth. I think we’ve spent enough time on the ground.”

He turns, waving at her over his shoulder. She watches him walk, mouth dry, desperate for something to come out, any word to make him stay. But as he turns around the corner, she notices, then. Sees it, shocked she had not spotted it before.

Takasugi’s words replay in her head, echoing,

“When you left the war, you should never have come back.”

She sits, staring at Sakamoto’s gun on the empty infirmary bed, ghosts of the past haunting the room. It glints in the last rays of sunlight, as if moving, as if alive.

And that is the last time Mutsu sees her captain.

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[kitamars]

lovey dovey (alt ver of the first one under the cut!)

[lovehotelreservation]

Wait wait the sample prompt sounds real fun tho, if we're still good to request them then I know my vote.

A week in the dog house after an argument has Gintoki at his neediest. If trying to make amends with strawberry parfaits wasn't gonna cut it, then giving you the dicking of a lifetime on Sunday starting at 9:23 AM will !!! (Makeup sex, creampie)

"Man, even a week away from the bed with you has me feeling like K*rito from Sw*rd A*t Onl*ne in that one light novel chapter..."

Upon chugging the last of his Pokari bottle and tossing it over his shoulder, Gintoki rubbed at his eyes with a yawn.

Being awake before 12 in the afternoon was rather early for him, especially on a Sunday.

However...

The moment his hands reached for your thighs once more, the soft plush sensation of your skin against his palms reignited the fire that was usually dulled in his maroon irises.

He did not dare to waste a moment longer, soon sheathing his hardened cock back inside your sopping core, a mess of your slickness and his seed already flooding out from the countless times he had cum inside of you within the morning alone.

Grateful as he was to have a taste of this sinfully sweet sensation, he was most thankful to be able to press his chiseled body right onto yours, his lips hungering to smother down onto yours. Before he went on to indulge himself with kiss after kiss, his eyes met yours--one shutting in a quick wink as he cheekily grinned.

"I'm real sorry for being a moron, but damn after night after night on the couch, I can't wait to stay on top of you all day long!!!"

[pearthery]

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saujana

"When everything is over," Katsura said, his hair draped over Gintoki's knee, "and we're old and grey, I would be happy living together in a house with you. Though I suppose you already are grey, so on your part, you would just be old. I would be the one who'd gone grey when I wasn't before."

[What happens when you have walked past the limit of what your eyes can see?"

[bossladytae]

Looking for Gintama gen fic?

Writers are often their own PR team, and the same goes for fanfic writers. I like writing gen fic, and so I thought I’d share a selection of Gintama gen fic written by yours truly. Click on each description for a link to the fic. Hope you find something you like!

Mitsuba cuts her own hair and resolves to begin anew.

Itou reflects on the dawn while journeying to Edo.

Hijikata grows obsessed with hunting down a criminal, who may or may not exist, and soon spirals deeper into darkness while haunted by his past.

Takasugi contemplates vengeance and other dark thoughts with a longtime companion.

Tsukuyo and Tae exchange information, assist one another in battle, and enjoy tea and cake and each other’s company.

In the forest, long before the group of young men are ever known as the Shinsengumi, Shimaru teaches a pouting Sougo how to skip a rock on the water.

In a timeline where almost everyone has perished in a great calamity, Kamui journeys through the world alone, trying to ignore the void within his soul while hunting down the enemies who killed his sister and father.

Moments in the life of Sasaki Tetsunosuke, as he finds his place in the Shinsengumi and at the side of Hijikata Toushirou.

Hijikata is unsettled by what he perceives to be a false peace. Tae is exhausted from picking up the pieces again and again. One night, they share in a drink and contemplate war and the future. (Mostly gen, as I explore both of their characters within the Two-Year Timeskip.)

The Shinsengumi navigate the effects of rapid aging during the Ryugujo arc.

Last, but certainly not least, Katsura stars in a series of misadventures: - publishing books and dealing with “mixed reviews" - orchestrating an elaborate plan to capture Matsudaira and Kondou (this story is told from the perspectives of 20 main Gintama characters) - getting stuck in a broom closet with Sacchan and Madao - tracking down a lost video game cartridge

[seigibathala]

inspired from sempiternal fic

[wordswhisperinthedark]

a whole 10k of Tatsuma because that's what he deserves😌

[corpsekiller]

your writing is amazing!!! dadtoki makes me so happy and i wanted to ask if you would write more found family fics with him and perhaps the reader as a second parental figure?

✝ 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖲 𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱 𝖨'𝖬 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖸𝖮𝖴 — 𝖦𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖮𝖪𝖨

thank you for your request, my dear. dadtoki has a special place in my heart and i will never stop writing about the found family trope and the yorozuya, so i really couldn't stop myself from writing this <33

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. sakata gintoki x genderneutral!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. hurt/comfort, rluff, mentions of blood, dad!toki

MASTERLIST

Gintoki wonders how he got here.

The park is nearly empty at this time. A few children still run around the playground nearby and a couple strolls down the lonely path hand in hand, but the sun is already setting and most people are rushing home to enjoy dinner with their families. It’s too hard to decipher the letters of his new Shounen Jump by now and he gave up on reading anyway, the magazine long forgotten in his lap as he watches Kagura and Shinpachi chase around the meadow.

They’re laughing loudly, dodging each other’s hands and hiding behind trees and bushes, sometimes even jumping over Sadaharu who’s been dozing off since they arrived and seemingly doesn’t mind them climbing over his back. Every once in a while his left ear twitches at the sounds of their giggles and his eyes crack open to follow the kids dashing around his sleeping figure before he falls back into his slumber.

“I think we should head home soon, it’s already getting dark,” you mutter beside him. Gintoki nods blankly, only turning his head when you dig the tip of your finger into his cheeks and although his expression doesn’t change once his gaze meets yours, his heart still jumps in his chest at the sight of you wrapped tightly in his white yukata to protect yourself from the cold breeze sweeping through the park. You look so beautiful and there’s nothing he can do to stop himself from staring at you like a creep when you brush a strand of your hair behind your ear and give him a gentle smile before you scoot closer to him and snuggle into his side.

Sometimes, he’s convinced that this is just a figment of his imagination. It’s in moments like these when everything seems just a little too perfect to be real that he wonders how he got here, how his life turned out to be so beautiful after everything he’s done — the kids are laughing and you’re reaching out to grab his hand, soft and warm against his skin, a small reminder that yanks him back into reality.

“Gin, are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, don’t worry ‘bout me. I’ll get the brats, you stay here,” he croaks, shaking his head to get rid of his thoughts and turning to call out for Shinpachi and Kagura right as she trips over her own feet. “Oi! Be careful—”

The words leave his mouth before he can even think, but it’s too late.

Kagura shrieks and instinctively raises her arms to shield herself from the impact before she lands face first in the dirt and Shinpachi, who’s been grinning from ear to ear only mere seconds ago nearly stumbles into a tree when he hears her fall. Worry is written into the crease of his brows as he whips his head around to check if she’s alright, even though his glasses have fallen into the grass and his vision has turned blurry.

“Shit, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Kagura groans as she fights to get up. Mud sticks to her pale cheek, a few leaves have found their way into her tousled hair and for a moment, everything seems to be fine until her eyes search his. Tears cling to her lashes and her bottom lip begins to tremble, barely holding in a sob and Gintoki is about to jump to his feet in panic, but you’re faster.

Rushing past him, you crouch down beside the girl and pull her into a hug, one hand cupping the back of her head and the other one resting on the small of her back to draw soothing circles. Small hands wrap around your chest and dig into the yukata engulfing your body, then she buries her face in your shoulder — she’s crying, sniffling and whimpering quietly as if she isn’t quite sure whether she’s even allowed to show weakness.

Gintoki knows she’s a Yato and she endured injuries much worse than this, but at this moment, as you rock her back and forth, comforting her with loving words and a tight hug, he is once again reminded that she’s just a kid. Much like Shinpachi, she was never allowed to be just that — and like him, they had to grow up too fast, never had a childhood that wasn’t defined by blood and violence, and never had someone who looks out for them until they met him.

And look, he doesn’t really think he’s made for this whole single dad thing he’s got going on since he picked them both up, but he’s been trying his best to make them feel safe and loved, and even though it’s quite exhausting to keep them both fed when his own wallet is empty, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He does have to admit that he’s grateful you came along though. Somehow, you completed their little family and it becomes so much clearer to him as he watches you inspect Kagura’s injury, the fabric of her pants ripped and soaked with the blood from her grazed knee, carefully dabbing the wound with a tissue to clean away any dirt.

She’ll get a bandaid at home, a pretty pink set with little dogs on them he got from the store a while ago, in case his kids got hurt because that’s what they are now — they are his kids and this is his family, not the one he was born with, but the one he chose.

“C’mon, let’s go home,” you encourage Kagura, grabbing her smaller hand to help her onto her feet. “I’ll buy you sukonbu on our way, okay?”

He groans loudly. These brats will cost him an arm and a leg and his pockets were already empty before they even came along.

“Right, Gintoki?” You give him a pointed look as if you could read his thoughts and he nods defeatedly, already searching for some coins in his worn wallet. Whatever makes you happy.

[renamusing]

heaven knows everyone is miserable now ch21: ffnet | ao3

toshi gets back to jirocho and pirako. gintoki is graced with another visitor. the kids and sacchan become pariahs. there's a couple of surprises mixed in.

[souglias]

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!

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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."

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

[s2pdoktopus]

The brothel experience.