#abuto yato x reader

[youatemylollipop]

Kamui: You are a foolish human.

Y/N: Not being afraid of death does not make me foolish. Otherwise you’d be the most foolish creature in this century.

Abuto: *stifles a laugh* 

Kamui: Abuto, make a sound and I will kill you.

[sems-diarie]

“I’m pregnant!🤰🏽” | part 2

TAKASUGI—i’m so sorry. this emotionally stunted man literally cannot process what you’re saying. his head snaps in your direction and he just stares at you.

“Shinsuke, I said I’m pregnant.”

“I—I heard you!”

“So, what are we going to do?!”

“I... don’t know.”

takasugi—im sorry we’re about to get sad 🥺—but takasugi would drop you off on Earth, or some other planet with a well-developed economy. he can’t have you on his ship; he can’t have you anywhere near him. there’s no negotiating, either. you can refuse all you want, but one night, you fall asleep in takasugi’s bed on takasugi’s ship—and the next morning, you wake in a pretty little apartment with all your things from the kiheitai packed up nice and neat in the corner of the room.

he sends you money and other things to keep you comfortable, but he never visits ☹️

wait bc now i’m thinking abt this, but then coincidentally, gintoki runs into you and then—nvm. Next!

KAMUI—im really crying. because kamui would literally laugh at you. you’d be like, “i’m pregnant! 🥺” and he’d be like “😃 what that got to do with me?” if you thought he’d be nicer bc you’re preggers, good fucking luck.

he’d take away all of your on ship duties & anything that might imply bodily danger. & he’d keep you on the ship. you aren’t safe anywhere near kamui, but at least on the ship, you’re guarded moderately well. he’d probably assign abuto to be your bodyguard.

he makes horrible pregnancy jokes. they’re so ugly, and they all revolve around him forgetting that you’re pregnant.

“You’ve been mighty useless lately, you know that?”

“I’m pregnant, you stupid bastard.”

“Oh, right, huh.”

ABUTO—thinks you’re joking, awe. but he’d be ecstatic! i feel like he’d pick you up!! and spin you around 🥺 he’d say some shit like, “this old dog’s still got it?” and you have to nod and be like “yeah <3”

he tells kamui and kamui is like, “ew. children. good luck to you tho!” and honestly abuto’s had enough experience with that stupid brat to gain some sort of idea of what it’s like to raise children.

and he can’t wait. 🥺

part of me feels like abuto would retire from being kamui’s second in command. he’s always talking about how the yato are going extinct—bitch, raise some kids, then

[ravexn]

�� ━━ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. gintama.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. gintama characters and their favorite position when they fucked you.

𝐂𝐖. 18+, nsfw, explicit content, details, pet name, riding.

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄. gintoki, abuto, hijikata.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. bulleted points, grammatical errors, not proofread.

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈

↷ gintoki is a boob man, but more like to feel them rather than just look at them. so standing doggy is gonna be one of his choices.

↷ he enjoyed the view of your glistening back, the way they arched when he touched them and he likes watching his cock pumped in and out of your wet cunt.

↷ your hands flat onto the walls while gin's rough hands creep up from your ass, to your hips, and finally to your breast. so plump he like to get a grip on them harshly.

↷ he did that just to tease you, and stealing some shameless moan from you that turned him on more than ever.

↷ “faster, gin.” you gasped when he start pinching your harden bud while he did what you demand, he thrusts faster into your cunt.

↷ gintoki chuckled deeply, enjoying the way your breast jiggling faster on his palm, match with his fast pace fucking you, “like that?”

��𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐎

↷ big daddy abuto would like you to ride him, not most of the time but only when he's a little bit tired and wanted to watch his girl enjoying herself.

↷ “come ride me, pretty doll,” he'd say in a hoarse voice, leading you to straddle his lap while he widen his legs and let you sit comfortably on his crotch.

↷ abuto chuckled when he pull down your wet panties and watching you rushed to undress him too. eager to free his hard cock.

↷ you put your hands on his broad chest while his hands gripping your hips, guide you spreading your cunt for his dick. you watch it sink down and your inside felt so full.

↷ after a few seconds, abuto grow impatient waiting for you to adjust, so he fix his position, buck up his hip to meet yours a little bit, you groan from the movements.

↷ “alright,” he murmured, putting his hands to the back of his head, leaning back to the coach, “fuck me like you want me, doll.”

𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔

↷ hijikata likes it when he can feel you all over his body. he likes it when you cling to him while he fucked you against the wall.

↷ he let out a deep groan when your grip on the back of his head get tighten when he give you his sharp thrust, your breast brushing with his chest.

↷ fuck him and his muscles. he'd adjust your legs to linked behind his torso, and hoist you up higher, then start hitting that spot harshly.

↷ your breath hitched when hijikata sloppily kiss your exposed neck by the new position. he find it amusing to hear you gasp for an air and your hands desperately hold onto him.

↷ “toushi, holy fuck, you're good!” you cursed, feeling his bangs tickling your chin, his breath hot against your jaw.

↷ hijikata hummed in satisfaction, he abused that sweet spot inside you with each hard thrust, not even care the skin-slapping sound might be heard from outside.

[goldenlaquer]

Can I get some fluff headcanons about Kamui and Abuto reacting to their s/o suffering from a terrible nightmare >3< ♡

this request is ultimate comfort. Thank you so so so much for your request and your patience <(_ _)>

Gintama Headcanons:

Abuto:

When your hands lash out in the dark, ripping through the prison of the twisted sheets, Abuto's already there, pulling you from the tangled sweat-soaked mess and gathering together your trembling form into his lap. "Hey, hey," his sleep-rasped voice murmurs quietly. He presses his lips against the edge of your moisture-beaded hairline, and the kind gesture so soothing and gentle has you releasing another wave of fat tears. "I got you. I got you, sweetheart. What's the matter?"

Things are a bit too fresh, and you aren't ready to talk about it. You try to steady yourself, quell the hurt in your chest and the fear pounding through your veins, blindly burying your face into the crook of his neck as if to hide from the horrible terrors still bleeding into reality. Squeezing him with all your limbs as tight as you can, you attempt to focus on the solid mass of Abuto— dig deeper into him to try and take that unwavering strength of his to rebuild where you have none. No good, you can't quite calm down, and your breaths comes out as distressed gasps, making Abuto think that his hardened heart might just crack from hearing them.

Clearly, this won't do. It's one of the moments where, Abuto thinks with some wryness, he misses having two good arms, but his one is going to have to work just fine here, and he gently pries your death grip off of him, slowly shifting you until he has you seated on a thigh, your hand in his big one. Then he starts massaging, rubbing some life back into your stiff fingers, caressing your wrists and firmly running his thumb on the creases of your palm and the skin between your thumb and forefinger, as you peek from your spot in his neck, fixating on the sight of your joined hands, your breaths finally growing less shallow and more stable as he continues to knead your hand.

He's nothing if not a good listener when you surface ready to speak to him, patient and encouraging as you sniff through the recounting of the nightmare, letting you wipe your tearful and snotty face on his sleeping shirt like a child between the pauses.

"Sorry," you croak into the ruined fabric sometime later, smiling weakly up at Abuto as he gives a small chuckle, leaning down to affectionately kiss the top of your head. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it. I hate this shirt anyway. Let's get some rest."

As you drift back to sleep, he keeps on holding your hand, threading his fingers between yours, and when you squeeze him when the anxiety rises again, he squeezes back softly to show you that he isn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"Wait." Your eyes flutter open. "I got you this shirt."

Kamui:

He feels thrashing movements in the bed, and wakes thinking that this is going to be a fight that he's going to fucking relish as he whips around, and abruptly stops.

It's not a bold intruder that he's already made up his mind about to give a slow death, but you, stuck in the fringes of a fitful sleep, little whines and twitches wracking from the tight ball you've curled yourself into so small.

His fingers slowly reaches out to graze over your face, feeling the sweat the clings to it and the air that frantically wheezes out from your lungs. And when he pulls his fingers away and inspects them, it's not sweat, but tears. Another pained groan rises from you, but a single glance-over is all it takes to know that you aren't physically injured. A nightmare, Kamui comes to realize as he stares down at you.

It's the sounds you're making. The way you look, so weak and stressed and vulnerable, a washed-out spectre of yourself in the bed. He's made up his mind to protect you until the very end of his wretched existence, but how can he protect your from the intangible terrors of your own mind? Kamui doesn't like this feeling of helplessness; he wants it to stop. He wants you back with him.

His body moves, sliding off the wrinkled covers, unfurling the clenched sphere that you've made yourself and slipping himself in close to you as he can, bringing his arms to hug your trembling form tight, as if somehow he'd be able to absorb the bad things that are frightening you.

You wake in startled disorientation, confusion making you struggle against him, but Kamui locks on to you steadily until you realize that it's him.

"Kamui," you breathe out, your hand grasping his shirt, tugging him to get him even closer and he complies, nestling until his chest is flush to yours and he can practically feel your heartbeat jackhammering against his. Your eyes are large, tears brimming in them, and though he doesn't like to see the sight of you so unlike yourself, it's a step better than seeing you trapped in a place he can't reach you. He leans down without comment, tracing his tongue over the hot, salty trails that break over your cheeks.

Sorry, I woke you up, you whisper, your hands coming to brush the hairs that fell in his face, and though you're still scared from your nightmare, he feels as if you're the one comforting him more than he you. It must be that you can sense the lump in his throat, the dread in him.

His hands come up touch your head, holding you still in place as his forehead knocks into yours, maybe a bruise is going to form in the morning or maybe not, but his eyes are endlessly blue and bright, so bright even shrouded in the dark as he peers into yours, finding relief in them.

Your breaths come to mingle together, and in the silent of the room, it sounds deafening, and somehow consoling too.

[imagininggintama]

okay but abuto is like kamui's dad (;O;) can I request a hc of kamui falling in love with someone? and what abuto would think about it bc yknow Kamui is weird af O.o

I hope you don't mind, I'm going to do Abuto's reactions/thoughts to Kamui falling in love and dating. :P

Abuto Yato

When he first saw the way the teen was looking at them... He froze. Abuto just KNEW something awful was going on in that stupid little head of Kamui's.

He just didn't realize that it was sudden desire to want someone romantically or sexually or... whatever happened to be flailing in his mind.

He initially assumed that Kamui wanted to rip them piece from piece.

Unlike when he lusts for blood and wants to fight or kill... he just told the guardian like figure "I want them."

"Beg pardon?" "I want them. :)))" "Exactly how do you want them?" "I hadn't thought of that yet. Oh! I know! Like how baldy wanted my mom. :)"

"... You want to date them?" He is SOOOO confused. Like it goes past 100% of how confused he is.

Abuto.exe has stopped working.

He has to force Kamui to take a step back and actually work through his feelings. He doesn't want his impulsive tendencies to scare them off...

There are situations in which he's walked in and Kamui has already gotten them and is cuddling... To which Abuto brings out a rolled up newspaper or the spray bottle.

He forces Kamui to go do something else and apologizes on his behalf. He would explain to them everything.

They'd be flattered, still a bit weirded out but would thank him for his help.

He would keep Kamui at bay until they expressed feelings for him as well, to which it would be more problematic to try and stop the boy.

He does still spray him with the water bottle from time to time when he's going a bit overboard, but not nearly as often anymore.

[sparks-joy-imagines]

hiiiiii~❤️

I was stalking your blog and simply LOVED those playboy bunny headcanons☺️

May I ask for some more for Abuto?😳

hi anon, I love these playboy bunny requests too 😭😭💕 - niob

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Abuto’s reaction to his s/o in a playboy bunny costume

he (and his dick) really likes what he sees when he walks in on you fixing the bunny ears on your head

a wide grin forms on his face immediately

he will take his time to grope you everywhere from your ass and thighs to your boobs and inspects your get up thoroughly

he coos into your ear how good you look and how much you turn him on like this

he decides on a new nickname for you which is my little bunny, and he will call you like this every time you are dressed in that costume or when he would like to see you wearing it again

you better wear it during a time where he has enough time and doesn’t need to go back to work because he won’t be able to take his hands off of you for the whole night

he will make sure you are not able to walk the next day by fucking you until you pass out or you tell him to stop (whichever comes first)

when you two are done the costume will unfortunately be shredded to pieces (unintentionally of course) but he will get you a new one the next day

[ginsluvr]

I accidentally deleted your ask @imagininggintama but hopefully these hcs would work for you🥺

I think it was NSFW hcs for Gintoki, Hijikata, Abuto, Kondo and Sachan but since I take three characters max I’ll do Gintoki, Hijikata and Abuto <33

also these suck sorry

Gintoki

Where do I even begin with this man?? He’s a straight up an unapologetic freak and we of course all love him for that.

So let’s be clear, Gintoki is 100% undoubtedly a top and a hardcore dom.Of course there’s a few times you two would experiment and you would take the lead but he’s usually in control most of the time.

While not exactly the same level as Sougo, he’s still a pretty sadistic lover. He has mastered the art of rough sex and will always leave you in tears begging for more.

He loves pulling your hair, spanking and gently biting you. Every little moan you make drives him insane and he always feels satisfied looking at the marks he gave you.

I definitely think he would have some type of authority kink. He would love to hear the words “boss” or “master” slip out of your mouth. And yeah a little teacher/student role play would turn him on.

Aftercare with Gin would be the absolute best! Just lazily cuddling while your head is on his chest🥺 All I really want.

Hijikata

Don’t let his cool looks and demeanor fool you, Hijikata’s definitely a secret horny bastard.

He’s a bit awkward at first, so it’s important for his partner to be comfortable enough to take the lead.

Having intimate moments with him is rare due to his very busy and chaotic schedule but they’re always worth it.

The demonic vice chief easily melts in you presence. The only thing he cares about is your pleasure and nothing else.

Slow and very intimate is the key. Sex is rare so he always savours the occasion.

Loves giving you gentle kisses up your thigh and eating the hell out of you afterwards

Cowboy position is easily his favorite. He loves letting you have more control and the view of your body.

I see Hijikata more on the vanilla side but he would definitely be into pegging. He would be hesitant as hell at first but would give it a chance if his partner was into it. He ends up loving it a lot

Abuto

It’s pretty non debatable that our favorite Yato dilf has a shameless breeding kink.

He assures you that it’s all for repopulating the nearly extinct species. Nothing perverted of course

Being the vice captain of the 7th division Harusame and kamui’s babysitter can be a bit stressful at times. Also add being stuck around bonehead men 24/7 causes Abuto to have so much pent up sexual tension.

The highlights of those very rare breaks he gets is being able to be with you. He always greets you with a deep and sloppy kiss & starts ripping off your clothes right then and there.

Loves to fuck you in different places constantly. Against the wall, in the shower and especially the good old bedroom

Semi-public sex is something he goes crazy for. He manages to be discreet enough not to get caught but still gets off the thrill

Need to remind y’all that Yato men are very well endowed. One session with Abuto will leave you walking with a limp for DAYS

[gintokissilverbells]

Masterlist

Welcome to Mrs. Sakata’s Masterlist!!

I compiled all that I have posted on this page. There is a desktop version on the blog page as well. Now that we have that done, you can look around and see what you like :).

Request Rules

Note: The characters are in alphabetical order

Abuto

Black Bunny // Request: One-Shot // (Female OC Yato) // Summary:

Hattori Zenzou

Coming Soon

Imagines/Scenarios

Down the Dumps // Request: Imagine/Scenario // (Gender-Neutral Reader Insert)

Hijikata Toshirou

Coming Soon

Imagines/Scenarios

Down the Dumps // Request: Imagine/Scenario // (Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert)

Katsura Kotaro

His Soulmate // Request: One-Shot // (Female Reader) // Summary:

Imagines/Scenarios

Down the Dumps // Request: Imagine/Scenario // (Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert)

Kawakami Bansai

The First Time // Request: One-Shot // (Female Reader Insert) // Summary: When misfortune befell on you; you were given a chance to seek revenge against those who wronged you, but you got a bit more than what you bargained.

Okita Sougo

Coming Soon

Oboro

Coming Soon

Sakamoto Tatsuma

Coming Soon

Sakata Gintoki 

A Lost Memory / Part 2 // (Female OC) // Summary: Sometimes lost memories of the past hit you when you least expect them. This one memory in particular brought back more than a distant memory.

 Maple Leaf in Spring // Multi-chapter // (Female OC) // Summary:

Takasugi Shinsuke

Coming Soon

Takugawa Shige Shige

Coming Soon

Yamazaki Sagaru

Coming Soon

Yoshida Shouyou

Eternal Love // Multi-Chapter // (Female OC) // Summary:

^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^***^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ Joui 4 Headcanons

If you say I love you to them // Request: Headcanon// (Gender-neutral Reader)

Coming soon

[youatemylollipop]

Reaction of Otae, Tsukki and Abuto with a partner that took the initiative and kissed them first? Scenario or headcanons, as you prefer. Thanks!

A/N: I’m sad bc I couldn’t find any pictures of a flustered Abuto.😔 Oh, and btw, I kinda made the theme “first kiss”, since it was the first thing that came to mind.

Ft: Abuto, Shimura Tae & Tsukuyo (Gintama).

Part Two: Kamui & Okita Sougo ➵ Gintama

Abuto

➸ Abuto is a very laid-back individual. The guy’s gotta have nerves made of steel in order to deal with his bloodthirsty commander on a daily basis. So it’s pretty hard to take this man by surprise.

➸ He is—if I remember correctly—somewhere in his early thirties. This means that he must’ve had his fair share of relationships. Because let’s be realistic, Abuto does in fact hold a certain charm to him that has most people drooling over him. Not only is he attractive, but also very chill and a good conversationalist as well. 

➸ But here’s the deal. His s/o is not just any other person. In fact, they’re the person who had somehow managed to catch the yato’s attention and made him actually want to enter a serious relationship with them.

➸ After all, as a member of the Harusame pirates, there is no wonder that the man preferred to keep everything casual before they had entered his life. In fact, there’s a high probability that his s/o was a member of the Harusame pirates themselves.

➸ If not, then Abuto would make sure to visit them whenever he could. But I doubt that a relationship like that would’ve lasted too long.

➸ It’s just that Abuto has this sense of responsibility and can’t just leave Kamui without any supervision. Even tough his presence might not provide any major changes, it still has a certain impact on the young commander.

➸ I’m blabbering, aren’t I? Let’s get back to the kiss.

➸ I believe that Abuto and his s/o had only entered the first stage of their relationship at this point. Since Abuto has never had any experience when it comes to romantic relationships, aside from casual affairs with random people.

➸ So the amanto probably figured that the best course of action would be to take things at a rather slow pace. And this applies especially if his s/o had never been in a relationship before either.

➸ This man is very respectful when it comes to his s/o’s boundaries and will make sure that they’re comfortable 24/7. But I guess that the downside of this is that he had not even once attempted to make a move on his s/o yet.

➸ Well… At least, that was what his lack of action had been indicating so far. And that is why his s/o had decided to take matters into their own hands.

It had gone a few months since you and Abuto had officially started dating and due to the affiliation with the Harusame, you had not exactly much spare time to go on a proper date. Especially with how adventure seeking his superior could be at times—which was practically always. So it was particularly hard to find an empty schedule for the older yato.

You were glad, though, since today it was finally going to happen. Perhaps you were being a bit mean and it wasn’t very nice to be happy about the vermillion haired amanto’s sickness. The younger had apparently eaten some bad food at one of the planets that their ship had been visiting. Some type of food that his yato body could not handle, so it seemed. But had it not been for this incident, you doubt Abuto would ever get to spend another day like this with you.

You were currently at a festival that was, much to your luck, held on that exact day. Abuto wasn’t really a “festival-goer”, but if it meant that he could spend time with you without any nuisances tagging along, he was more than happy to do so.

You were currently eating some cotton candy, as it was the easiest thing to stuff yourself with after trying out many kinds of foods. While Abuto was busy looking around the various types of stands, your own gaze was fixated on his face, and suddenly the only thing you could think of was how much sweeter his lips had to be than the treat you were munching on a few minutes prior.

Packing up enough courage, you quickly tapped him on the shoulder. The male cast you a curious look as you motioned for him to come a bit closer. You purposely made it look as if you wanted to tell him something, before quickly wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a sweet and delicate kiss against his slightly chapped lips. All the male could do was blink at your actions in surprise, which earned him a pout from your side.

“You were supposed to get flustered!” Abuto smirked at your obvious frustration as you crossed your arms exasperatedly, while facing the other side. Perhaps he wouldn’t say it aloud, but he found your dramatism rather amusing, not to mention charming.

Ignoring your childish tantrum, he simply leaned in and left a quick peck on your puffed out cheek. He then took a hold of your hand and began dragging you through the festival, not paying any mind to your endless whining.

Shimura Tae

➸ What’s there to say about Shimura Tae? I guess that the first thing that comes to mind when you think about Otae is that she’s the embodiment of a humanized volcano. Or is it a human-volcano? What matters is that her reactions can differ greatly, however, still keep one big common denominator: Explosiveness.

➸ I swear! This woman is literally the definition of a human-sized detonator! It doesn’t matter if someone decides to say something insulting or flattering, she’ll still react equally violent. It’s kinda scary, if I were to be honest.

➸ Shimura Tae is a sweetheart, two-faced, but still very likable. I don’t think that her s/o has managed to go through a day without wanting to kiss her.

➸ She’s just so easily flustered, which kinda makes up for her sometimes “gorilla-like” demeanor. Though, I think that we all “Otae-lovers” would agree that this particular characteristic only adds to the charm.

➸ Despite having so many occasions where her s/o could imagine themselves actually doing it, they never do. Well… That’s until Kondō and Kyūbei come into the picture.

➸ When having so many rivals, it kinda forces her s/o to take action. Even if both parties haven’t exactly been able to surpass her s/o, while trying to court her. If one could even call that courting.

➸ Despite wanting to shove it in their faces that her s/o is the only person Otae will ever pick, they still only decided to act on their feelings once the two of them were somewhere alone.

➸ Privacy is something important for her and her s/o did obviously not want to make her feel uncomfortable. Otae is still a very sensitive soul, after all. Yet, the action in it self had come much more spontaneously than her s/o had earlier planned for it to be.

You were currently sitting on the floor, waiting for your friend to return from wherever she currently was. As weird as it might have sounded, the second you entered their family dojo, the woman had only told you to “sit down and wait” while she prepared some surprise for you. Even though you’ve already been sitting here for a while, you still had no idea of what kind of surprise she could have possibly been making at this point.

‘Are surprises even supposed to take this much time to prepare?’

Soon enough, the young woman entered with a tray in her hands. And as the sight greeted your own field of vision, you visibly paled. However, the changes in your face were not drastic enough for the female to realize the reason.

“[Name]-chan, would you like to try out my new dish? I’ve been trying to learn a new receipt these past two weeks.” How could you possibly say no to that pretty smile? The answer was simple: You couldn’t. And the second a barely audible “yes” escaped your lips, you realized you were a goner. Because so far, there had existed no creature in this universe that was miraculously able to survive as much as a taste from her homemade food.

The young woman was watching you eagerly as you took the spoon and guided it slowly towards your lips. However, before you would need to put it in your mouth, an idea popped into your mind.

“Tae-chan, wouldn’t you like to try it out as well?” You had never called her that before, and judging by how red-faced she had become, you figured your plan was a success. However, what you did not take into account was the fact that she would look utterly adorable like this. You had simply forgotten about how weak you were for her flustered expressions.

“T-Tae-chan?” She barely managed to squeak out as your lips were already on her own. Yet, instead of pushing away as you had expected her to do, she remained completely unmoving. Like a statue. Not wanting to make her even more uncomfortable, you decided to withdraw yourself from her. A pregnant pause soon followed as you waited for her to say something.

“C-Could you kiss me again?”

Tsukuyo

➸ This woman is the definition of tsun-tsun when it comes to romance, I swear to god! When I first saw her in “Yoshiwara in Flames” arc, I believed there was no way a badass like her could be so cute! But, guess I was proven wrong…

➸ Something tells me that the first kiss had happened way before the two of them started dating. Another thing that I’m certain about is that in this case, her s/o most definitely was the one who took the initiative—unless she got sh*t-faced, that is. However—even if that was the case—I doubt she’d remember anything, so I guess it’d be her s/o’s call either way.

➸ The both of them were most likely having an argument about something. During this so-called “argument”, instead of focusing on the problem at hand, her s/o starts thinking about how pretty she looks when she’s angry.

➸ Obviously, they started spacing out and she called them out for it, which then proceeded with a half an hour long scolding session. And Tsukuyo is too busy, walking around with hysterical steps to notice whatever it is that her s/o might be doing at the moment.

➸ Her s/o is too immersed to actually pay attention whatever it is that she’s talking about. They had, in fact, stopped listening after the first five minutes. Tsukuyo, on the other hand, is mentally too far away to take notice of this fact.

➸ As the kiss finally happens, I get the feeling that her s/o will not even be aware of what it is that they’re doing. So in this case, it wasn’t even intentionally—just like in Tsukuyo’s case when she had hypothetically kissed them, while being intoxicated.

➸ The difference is, however, that the both of them are now aware of what’s actually happening this time. Well, at least when they begin to pull away, that is.

You in all honesty, don’t even remember what that argument had been about. Yet here you are, listening for the past thirty minutes about god knows what. You’re not even paying any attention to her words! And for someone whose main goal is to talk some sense into you, she sure does not put any effort into making you listen.

The longer you watched her, the more you began to realize how pretty she actually was. However, the amusing part was perhaps the fact that she had still not noticed the dazed expression that you were currently having. A part of you wondered just how pissed off she had to be to become this blinded by her rage.

Obviously, this wasn’t the best way to deal with the situation that you had suddenly found yourself in. But the longer you sat there, the more curious you grew. You simply couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like if you had ever managed to sh*t, the “Courtezan of Death”, up by an unexpected kiss.

So that’s what you did. Kissing her right in the middle of her speech. Her lips were surprisingly soft, but the thing that surprised you the most was the fact that she was actually kissing you back.

“What the h*ll do you think you're doing?”

“Me? I just wanted to know if I could make that mouth of yours do something more productive for a change.” If looks could kill, you’re pretty d*mn sure that you’d be six feet under by now. But did you regret doing it? No, you did not.

[ravexn]

🎬 ━━ 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. gintama.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. when gintama characters being clingy to you!

𝐂𝐖. fluff, suggestive theme.

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄. gintoki, takasugi, abuto.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. bulleted points, grammatical errors, not proofread.

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈

↷ gintoki is a shameless man. but he kept his love life private between you and him only. he never do something more than a simple hug when everybody is around.

↷ but when the both of you isolated from anyone, he would totally a different person, still goofy but more clingy. sulking and complaining when he lost skin contact with you.

↷ yorozuya's day off is his favorite day. shinpachi wasn't around, and kagura probably hanging out with some punk in the park along with sadaharu. gintoki can finally lazying around on the sofa while reading jump.

↷ the thing is, he read it while he's on top of you. his body lay between your legs, he put the jump on your chest as he demand you to play with his hair, his feet swinging on the air, humming happily.

↷ sooner or later, you notice his half-lidded eyes getting heavy, he enjoyed your massage on his scalp he's now on the way to his nap time. his face, god dammit, his sleepy face is just fucking so cute.

↷ gintoki put his jump away, his arms holding you tightly as he mumbled, “c'mere, i need to recharge myself.”

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄

↷ this mysterious man, it's hard to guess what's happening in his head. his exterior be hard as fuck he barely let his guard down, even when with you, especially.

↷ but there's that one night when he felt tired of this world, when it's colder than any other nights. he'd put down his shamisen, looking out for your presence.

↷ takasugi would brought you to his room, he sat down with his legs crossed, putting you on his lap as he wrap his arms around you waist, leaning his side head to your neck, nuzzling his nose to your neck, savoring your sweet scent.

↷ you'd plants a few peck on his ear and shoulder, leaning your cheek on his head, your hands caress his back, his haori smooth against your palms. he wouldn't want to let you go any time soon.

↷ there's no need for words. a comfortable silence is more than enough for you two, considering a lot of bickering between matako and the lolicon ossan never missed a day.

↷ but you eventually break the silence when it's almost midnight already, “are you not going to bed, shinsuke?”

↷ “no. i'm bedding you down tonight.” takasugi replied, his rough hands caress your back under your clothes.

𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐎

↷ abuto is a busy man. he didn't have a lot of time with you because babysitting his own commander is one hell of a job. he lost an arm while at it.

↷ however, when he's about to reach his limit, he'd come to find you and bring you to his place just so he can spent his day off with you.

↷ abuto would just throw himself down to the bed. his legs wide open before pulling you to lay on top of his body. his hands immediately find your back and rest them on it.

↷ you'd just chuckled when he let out a rough sigh as you start caressing his cheeks and kissing him all over his face. he'd pat your lower back repeatedly, leaning into your soft touch.

↷ his tired face staring back at you, his chest rise and fall against your chest. ooh, what a sight. and when your cheeks burst out red, abuto smirked.

↷ “watch it, doll. don't give me that face if you don't wanna get fucked.” he warned.

[goldenlaquer]

may I request playing strip poker with abuto? nsfw obviously 😏 and thank you so much for sharing your amazing writing and art! 💕💕

Noo, thank you for having such a humongous brain to send in this request!! But please, I must ask you to ignore any atrocious mistakes because I'm terrible at understanding the rules of poker meself.

Reader with petty competitiveness over the littlest things and a compulsion to cry at everything, and especially when things don't go her way, in other words a brat, playing strip poker with Daddy Abuto? 😫👌 AFC meeting start

Abuto NSFW Headcanons:

Abuto is devastatingly good at strip poker, you come to find. How? He's so bad at math, can't even recite his table of six even with the aid of his fingers, and to your mind, this somehow translated to him being bad at card games too (which is totally the reason why you even challenged him in the first place and nothing else), but Abuto is absolutely crushing you.

You put down a two pairs, he puts down a three of a kind. Off goes your shoes. You play a straight, he has a full house. Off goes your socks. You manage to win a round with a three of a kind and Abuto peels off his boots, but by the next round... With teeth gritted, you show your hand, a no pair, and Abuto shrugs in apology, flipping his cards over to reveal his royal flush. With trembling fingers, you unwrap your obi, let it dangle to the floor, and draw the loose flaps of your remaining clothes up to your armpits to cinch it there. With how the game is playing out, it won't be long until you're as naked as the day you were born and a month's salary poorer for it.

As you stare at your hand, which is yet another terrible one— plip. To your horror, tears are starting to fall off your face. It's a reflex of yours, one that you've never been able to correct. You growl quietly, trying to force the upcoming tears from breaking, and hurry to discreetly wipe your face, angry at yourself for crying and hoping that he doesn't notice. But he does, of course.

Woman and their tears, Abuto thinks as he awkwardly rubs his neck, are the strongest weapon in the whole wide universe. "Hey, we don't have to do this," he begins as gentle as he can, lowering his cards down to the table. "Let's stop. You've got nothing to prove here."

But you're so far gone that calling it quits is simply not an option. "No, this is more than clothes, this is my dignity on the line!" You say wetly, waaaay beyond reason, furiously shuffling the deck with trembling fingers. And then, for apparently no good reason: "Get ready, old man!" You sniff, glaring at him as the cards are dealt.

See, he was gonna resolve himself to start throwing winning cards and relinquish victory to you. Let you have the rights to gloating and his paycheck, because he feels bad that you're crying. It's a juvenile game meant for randy youths anyway, and he should feel ashamed for feeling so eager beneath his best deadpan. Even if he's throwing away the chance at quelling the wonder of what your skin looks like (warm and soft, surely, if the skin on your delicate neck and hands is any indication) under all those clothes, what's it to him if it'll make you happy again? But...

... Old man? Abuto looks up at the ceiling and tries to draw strength from dimmed lights. Yeah, he can admit he is one but being taunted with that by a sore loser is rich. If you were a man twice your size and twenty-three (or is it twenty-four?) times less cute, he would've been inclined to kill you for the disrespect. Luckily for you, Abuto's nursing something sweet for your eyes and smile, even when you're being a chit, like now.

But for that snide comment, he picks his cards up and he's gonna keep it fair.

And so you continue your losing streak as sullen tears courses its way down your cheek, smudging the ink on the cards. The outer layer reveals a white shift underneath. And underneath the white shift

Miraculously, the tables are turned and Abuto starts losing. And the reason for this is because Abuto's not thinking with his sensible head anymore, he's starting to think with his Yato dick.

And the reason for that, is this: Your tits, squishing against the confinements of your bra. The slope of your vulnerable tummy, heaving up and down with each shallow breath. The plumpness of your thighs, accentuated as you squeeze them together tightly, trying very hard to not draw them up into your chest to hide your goose-fleshed body. Holy shit, those panties—

His cock is uncomfortably swollen to full capacity from skin, lavender, and lace, and he's losing his clothes at a rapid rate. His socks, then his shirt, then the arm (you begin to protest this, but Abuto tears it off, crumbles the metal, and tosses it to the floor without much ado).

Then he wins a round again, and you visibly fluster, hands wringing, eyes shy and shining from tears (from embarrassment and arousal at this point because Abuto's bare chest is doing fucking wonders to you), there's only your bra or panties left, and you're not sure which would be better, so you

slide off your panties, wiggling your hips side to side (and if Abuto thought his dick is as hard as it was ever gonna get, then he is wrong), but it's hard to completely remove it without parting your legs a bit, and both you and Abuto blankly stare as you slither the panties away and something clear and liquid strings from the sodden fabric, connecting to your flushed folds peeking between the mess of your thighs.

"You win." Abuto breathes out with a bark of laughter, collapsing back into his seat. "You win, you little shithead."

I can't stop writing so damn much for Abuto. So. Damn. Much. But I can't condense this shit despite my best wishes, sorry.

[goldenlaquer]

YOUR REQUEST IS OPEN?? I MADE AN ACCOUNT JUST TO MAKE THIS REQUEST HELL YEA(✯ᴗ✯) Lemme just start you're an amazing writer i am in absolute love with your works I LOVE IT SO MUCH PLEASE ALSO URE SO PRECIOUS AND FUNNY how dare you be both and not mine🙄 and the request is badum; ABUTO hehe i dont really have particular request but i do wanna see what makes abuto jealous and how he reacts to it.. even if you dont make this request i hope u read this BECAUSE I AM IN ABSOLUTE IN LOVE WITHYOU CRIES

Day One on Tumblr, and there's already a warrant out for your heinous crimes. First offense, making a Tumblr account. Second offense, first-degree murder with your sweetness and kindness and general, all-around sexiness. Third offense, lying about my status of "not" being yours because wHAT THE HELL ARE YA TALKING ABOUT?????? I AM YOURS, FOREVER AND MORE, 'TIL DEATH DO US PART AND SOIL TAKE US, REFUND EXPIRED

Abuto (uh... mildly implied NSFW at the end but very much an SFW piece hehe) Headcanons:

Now, if you ask him, he ain't much for jealousy. He's always been an easygoing guy, never really one to raise a ruckus where it doesn't need it, and mellowed out enough to sit back and logically take in the whole situation before the impulse to rush in can take over. And in all the spans of the very short-lived relationships before you, Abuto doesn't recall a single moment where he's felt the nasty twinge of green for any one of his exes. Not a single moment where he's felt the need to stake his claim, or get into a needless pissing contest with another male.

(In hindsight, maybe that's why his relationships never lasted long?)

But what's all this now? Because Abuto thought he was above it, especially at his grown ass age— but even an old dog can learn new tricks, he supposes.

While Abuto busies himself at the bar, getting drinks for the both of you, one of his men see it first. They nudge him, rumbling out with snorts of amusement, Hey Abuto, you see that yet? Curious, Abuto looks up and over to check out what the fuss is, across the dimly-lit tavern, towards the tables and booths where… well, look at that.

It's not really the young, cocky pup puffing out his chest and pulling the cheap jokes, hoping for the lucky chance to bring home a gal for the night. Abuto can handle young and cocky, he handles it all the damn time. But what really does him in is your reaction to the flirtation.

He's not naïve to the idea of you being hit on— it'd take only a dead fool to not see your beauty— and this isn't even the first time he's witnessed the scene for himself, but every time it's happened, you've always been more than capable of handling the situation yourself, making it known that you were severely uninterested in anyone other than him.

But for some reason that Abuto can't fathom, you're not doing it tonight.

Eyes trained on the face of the eager pup in front of you, body angled closer than he'd like, you're engaged and listening to the conversation. Most noticeably, there's a smile on your face. Small and gentle and very lovely— a smile that you usually give only him.

At this point, Abuto realizes that he's frowning rather deeply, and that his drink in his hand has been crumbled into grainy liquid. Hell. That's some ugly jealousy in his chest alright. And ugly jealousy is telling him to go charging in like a hot-headed bull.

Abuto never gets like this, so one-sidedly bothered and aggressive over this little interaction of yours he shouldn’t care about. He trusts you, always will. But that’s his smile you’re smiling, and if it’s childish to think so, then he really doesn’t give a damn. His muscles are bunched and ready and there’s not a thought in his head except for the costs of the damages he's gonna pay when this is all over.

— Until he catches the split-second your eyes break away from the conversation, briefly meeting his across the tavern before flickering back to the pup. And in that split-second, Abuto realizes the entire sham behind this. With the playful hooting coming from his men, they must have realized this way ahead of him-- which tells him just how good you got him, if he was the last one to catch on.

He relaxes himself enough to calmly (calmly, he reminds himself) walk over, get the poor schmuck's attention with an "alright kid, scram"; the look on his face must have reflected his thoughts enough because it makes the pup pale and scramble away without protest. As Abuto takes the vacated spot and hands you your drink, he mutters, grimacing a tight smile that he doesn't feel. "Don't lie. You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

You beam with an innocence he doesn't buy. "Maybe." You fish the cherry out of your drink, making sure that he's watching you as you slowly loll it between your lips before sucking it in your mouth with a slight 'pop'. You let his gaze zone in at the red stains the cherry left behind before catching his attention again with your next words:

"So what?" You see the exact moment where Abuto pauses, the moment where the smile suddenly drops into complete nothingness. You should probably stop now. Probably apologize or something. This is a dangerous game to play with Abuto, but you play it knowing you're going to win no matter what.

"What are you gonna do about it...” His eyes, dark and sharp, glint down at you, waiting with deadly quiet. “… daddy?"

The planes of his face are so emotionless and shadowed in this dark corner of the tavern that it makes you swallow and begin to nervously wonder that maybe, maybe you fucked up?

But then he smiles again, grins even, the corners of his dead eyes crinkling, the white of his teeth flashing, and chuckles so low and deep that you feel the vibrations of it when he palms your thigh, pulling you closer to his side. The others have reached your table, dumping themselves into the seats across from you, cracking bawdy jokes and roaring boisterous laughter. Abuto turns his head to face them, but his hand stays right where it's at, the heat of it searing through your clothes. You try to bounce your leg a bit but his grip digs a fraction into the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, a warning. You stifle your yelp with a cough.

As his thumb slowly begins to caress you, he murmurs under his breath a promise that only you can hear.

"We'll see."

[goldenlaquer]

ABUTOS #1 HERE WOOHOOO REQS FINALLY HAVE OPENEDDDD

may i get a scenario where abuto’s s/o is deathly afraid of spiders / bugs (even the tiniest, non visible ones) and overreacts like craaaazy and has to have abuto kill them all

thanks goldie ily bae

Welcome back, welcome back, always lovely to see ya, Abuto’s #1!

Abuto Headcanons:

A sudden scream, high and shrill and nothing short of blood-curdling. "What the— ow!" Startled, Abuto closes his fist around the bottle and soap shoots out and hits him right in the eye. Yelping out a curse, he stands up too fast and slips, accidentally rooting the shower head and attachments out the wall as he hits the washroom floor shoulder-first, rolling to break his impact (possibly also breaking several tile pieces that he'll have to fix later), and when he manages to clamber to his feet again, he's sliding his way out the door (breaking it off its frame from the force he flicked it away) with no time to waste, towel be damned because modesty is no longer a priority when he must protect his fair lady from harm's way.

But when he gets to the source of the yelling he finds no intruder to kill, nothing out of ordinary really, except you, hugging the ceiling and wailing your pretty little head off like a distressed cat.

"—Where-where's it? Where'd it go, I don't see it any- oh god, oh god Abuto, Abuuutoooo!!! Get it, get it, getitgetitgetit—"

Dripping wet on your wood floors, naked with only soap suds to cover his junk, Abuto looks from your tearful face to the spot you're wildly pointing at, and blinks, wondering if his eyesight has gone bust from the shampoo assault.

"A... spider," He says in disbelief. He kneels down to look closer. It's a spider, all right. A furry, spindle-legged, and very puny spider that has managed to cause such chaos in a short span of time— that small, measly spider calmly sitting there, blissfully unaware of its power to destroy one (1) bathroom and terrify one (1) lady love. The nose-dive in adrenaline leaves Abuto slumping to the floor, wheezing out chuckles of relief, amusement, and mild confusion.

The only way you're getting down is if the spider's gone and Abuto takes care of it easily— his weakest opponent by far, he thinks amused— before knotting a spare towel around his waist and then reaching up to peel you off the ceiling. "Gone," he informs you, deadpanning his face to keep from smiling. "A kiss for your white knight, princess?" You grant him the kiss with a thank you and stare at what's left of the arachnid quarry with a look of disgusted guilt. "I feel kinda bad," you murmur quietly, squeezing his neck. "But, but spiders—" You shudder, expression turning dreadful. "I hate them so much, ugh."

What will I do with you?, is an exasperated, but affectionate thought that crosses Abuto often when it comes to you, and he thinks this now, and every other time since then when your fear of spiders and the other too-small insects that shouldn't even be worth it rears its ugly head. Aren't you bigger than them? They're more likely to be more scared of you than you are of them. You could easily kill them yourself. But no matter how he tries to show you or rationalize it, more times than he count on his real and fake hand has he had to save you from the wicked flutters of wayward beetles against your body or the buzzing of an unseen creature too close to your ear.

Despite being the designated bug-killer of this relationship, it isn't something he finds troublesome at all. Abuto appreciates it when you show your vulnerabilities and lean on him, especially for funny, harmless, and cute things like these. Makes him feel like he's doing something right.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't have some fun with it at your expense: "Abuto." You huddle against his back, small fists wrinkling his shirt, not daring to peek from your hiding place. "Is it still there?" No, but Abuto's kind of really enjoying this so he says, "Yes." And then, like an overgrown child: "Ah!", dramatically flinching his shoulders back. You yowl loud enough to make him flinch for real and grapple him closer, only to slap his back and scold him in sulky annoyance when the shaking of his large body in laughter betrays his stupid lie. (Aw, now don’t pout too much, he’ll treat ya to something nice in apology for being so mean.)

[sparks-joy-imagines]

this is my contribution for @chaos-night’s gintama collab

note: takes place during autumn, after time skip, nsfw (fingering, love bites)

Abuto x f!reader

Gusts of wind rutted against your windows and robbed the trees of their last remaining leaves, declaring that summer had definitely ended. Your gaze was fixed outside on the pouring rain that came from all sides due to the strong wind while you waited in your warm and cosy home for Abuto to come back from space. The few people you could spot on the streets tried to cover themselves with anything available as they hurried to find shelter. With your forehead leaned against the cold window glass, you wondered if Abuto’s huge Yato umbrella would be able to do the job. The noisy ringing of your doorbell interrupted your thoughts and you jumped up to open the door. Abuto’s wide frame appeared in front of you, drenched from head to toe, his dripping umbrella in his hand. A smile formed on his face as he caught sight of your shocked expression. “Earth has some crazy weather, huh?” “I’m sorry, Abuto,” you mumbled, feeling utterly sorry that he had to walk through this awful weather. You quickly pulled him inside despite his wet clothes dripping all over the floor, forming little puddles. “You better take everything off and take a hot shower,” you suggested, genuinely worried he might catch a cold. After a short moment of silence, a sneaky smile appeared on Abuto’s face and he leaned to you, “How about we take a shower together?” he growled into your ear and caught you in his arms, pressing his large and soaked body against yours, drenching your clothes as well. You shrieked, the sudden cold and wet contact made you wiggle around, attempting to get away but there was no way to escape Abuto’s firm hold. When he finally let go of you, your soggy clothes clung uncomfortably to your skin. A content grin splayed on Abuto’s face, now when you were almost as soaked as him. He gently cupped your pouting face with his hands and placed a long kiss on your lips. Your fingers scrambled over his chest, immediately searching for his clothes’ buttons to get rid of them and toss them to the floor. In the bathroom Abuto helped you to peel yourself out of your clothes as well. The cold air caused goosebumps to form on your damp skin. Abuto’s unusually cold hands ghosted over the skin of your hips, sending shivers down your spine. You’d waited for his touch for so long that you pressed yourself against his sturdy chest and stood up on your toes to reach his face and seal your lips with his. Your hand reached his nape, ruffling through his recently short cut hair, before pulling him into the shower cabin. The hot water prickled on your skin when you stepped under the running water. Abuto wrapped his arms around your waist and placed soft kisses on your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned your head against his torso. You let your hands wander over his abs before putting your arms around his waist to press your body against his while the hot water ran over your shivering bodies to warm you up. Abuto’s hands roamed over your back down to your ass, squeezing the supple flesh and his lips searched for yours, entangling you into a deep kiss. He grabbed your hips, spun you around, and pressed your back against his chest. One of his hands rested on your stomach while the other softly squeezed on one of your breasts. The hot water and Abuto’s hands caressing your skin made your body heat up and drew a needy whine from your throat. A low groan could be heard from Abuto, and you felt something hard grow against your ass. The sudden intrusion of Abuto’s finger between your slick folds made you flinch slightly, and a whimper escaped your mouth. He started to slowly draw circles over your clit while running his teeth carefully over your neck and shoulders, sucking the skin here and there, leaving love bites on your body. You frantically grabbed Abuto’s arm with one hand while you supported yourself with the other against the wall in fear your legs wouldn’t be able to hold you much longer as your head got clouded. When one finger intruded your aching cunt, your knees buckled, Abuto’s arm wrapped around your waist to hold you up, and his large body pressed against you from behind, trapping you between him and the wall. You rested your cheek against the tile as your breathing got heavier and Abuto inserted a second finger, motioning a come here gesture inside you, hitting your sweet spot just right. “Ahh~ Abuto… t-there~,” your voice echoed through the running water as you felt your high building up. Abuto growled into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe, and picked up the pace, prodding into your hole. Your moans spilled uncontrolled past your mouth as you came undone on his fingers. He slowly withdrew them to cup your sex with his hand, his thump caressed over your lower stomach as you tried to calm your breath, your body still pressed against the wall by Abuto. Abuto could not suppress a soft chuckle when he saw your dazed expression. His lips traced from your shoulder over your neck to your ear. “How about we continue this in the bedroom?” Abuto cooed into your ear.

[imagininggintama]

I would like to request N (fluff alphabet) for abuto, please😊

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

hope this works .w.

Abuto Yato

The usual ones often apply for him; babe and hun being the ones he uses the most.

He might use honey or sweetie, but those are usually with a sort of tone in his voice. Typically worry, but sometimes annoyance (sweetie, did you eat the last pudding again?)

Kitten or bun/bunny are others he might call them. He prefers bunny, but if they don’t quite fit that description, well, he’ll lean towards kitten. :P

Will use the following if his s/o likes and/or wants to be referred to as such: princess/prince, baby boy/baby girl, baby

He usually also uses a nickname for them if they have one; but also just likes saying their name. 🥰

[goldenlaquer]

oh shit I didn't mean to press send so early

uH Abuto breeding kink but uh reader's been trying to flirt with him all day but he couldn't get out of work because of The Menace, Kamui?

man oh man, it’s been a long while, hasn’t it? lemme me pour all the repressed feelings for Mr. A here. AFC meeting, start!

Abuto NSFW Headcanons: 

Abuto doesn’t remember picking up another brat along the way. 

Brat #1 was his fault, he can readily admit. The mile-long stacks of paperwork that precariously perch on top of his desk now? He had it coming. It’s a punishment of his own making that started all those years ago, from the first moment he stuck his meddling nose in between something that ought to have made its natural course. The overtime of today (and the many other days that will surely succeed it) is his penance, and Abuto, though indirectly (and rather unwillingly actually, but hey, who’s keeping track?), had signed up for it.

But Brat #2. No matter how much he scratches at his mug, he sure as hell didn’t ever sign up for a second one to come pattering into his office like she owns it, his shirt and nothing else hanging loosely over her shoulders like a trophy and a jaunty smile on her lips like no one else’s business. You demand (your exact words) that he gets some rest, that the work can wait (it really can’t) and that he must return himself back to you (shit, he wants to). 

The first time, it’s adorable. It makes him break out into a grin and chuckle. It gives his tired geezer eyes a reprieve from black and white and numbers as they sweep down from your wiggling toes up to the where your naked thighs disappear under his shirt. It stirs his dick with interest, however: Tempting as it is, sweetheart, Abuto regretfully shrugs at you, humorously wagging his brows to soothe the no, but these papers don’t do themselves. 

The second time, it’s still adorable. You pop your head in, playfully licking your lips, and tell him that you want his tender love and care, please, and while he wants nothing more, nothing more, to take you on that offer, the work is never-ending, and if he does them now then he’ll have so much more time to spend with you later. Surely you’re not that antsy to waste time with an ossan right? Abuto jokes. Patience!

Your wishes for him gradually grow more humble in the third, fourth, and fifth. You walk in, ask him to indulge in you, let you take care of him like he needs to be taken care of, or at the very least, maybe you can give him something to eat? And the every time that he has to double down and say no to that... well, it might just make him go and give Brat #1 a deserving knuckle-sandwich. 

The sixth is where everything cracks. Makes him snap his pen and make the ink run down his fingers. It ruins a document as he watches how his rejection all day has given you no choice but resort to desperate measures. 

You brace against the closed door, shaky legs spread wide apart as far as it can go without compromising the support. His shirt bunched up and cinched by the side of your arms, showing off the view of your sopping cunt, three fingers snugly buried in, a thumb rubbing frantically at your swollen clit. 

“Y-you promised, “ you stutter off into a gasping mewl, jerking your chin further in, dew clinging to your lashes as you move your trembling hand. “Y-y-you p-promised. You, you said only t-three, three more h-h-hours—” 

Yes, Abuto vaguely remembers that he did promise something like that, three hours ago. A promise he’s failed to keep, because there’s so much he has to do still. 

Your hands speed up and your knees begins to dangerously buckle. A wretched cry spilling past your lips. You’re so, so close. He can tell. You’re about to finish what he couldn’t, taking matters into your hands because he was too busy and you were too impatient to simply wait. You do it in front of him as a punishment, trying to give yourself a good time  while he’s working his ass off for you. 

Abuto doesn’t raise his voice in anger often and he doesn’t do it now either, but the “Don’t.” that hisses out between his teeth has all the impact and intensity of it. The harsh sound hangs in the air between you. Mercifully your hands still, the chase to a paltry orgasm forgotten. Your eyes widen in surprise, shiny and doe-like. 

The desk is perfectly split into two. Wood and paper rain down, hours of meticulous, hard work littering the ground. And Abuto walks through the carnage; he’s past caring. 

Sweetheart, Darling, Doll. Brat. The petnames that he uses for you, breathed hotly against your mouth while he backs you up further against the door, easily swinging your legs around his waist and pushing your hips up and up until your quivering pussy is dragged against the front of his open pants, his thick length catching on your soft lips. Your hands scrabble across his chest, breathing hard in excitement, kneading as his shoulders. There’s a flash of emotion across your pretty face. Victory. Abuto growls, inflamed by the audacity. You really have too much time on your hands, don’t you? Must be nice. Maybe he’s been spoiling you too much, readily giving in to what you want, whenever and wherever you want it. Because the moment that he directs his attention elsewhere, you suddenly don’t know how to act right. 

Or is it because of something else? Is this what it is? His cockhead bobs against your clenching hole, and he has to quell the faint surprise as he’s practically sucked in. He bends his head to look at where you connect, at the absolute mess of a state your cunt is in, folds dripping and your clit red and engorged. You can’t even keep a squeeze on him more than 2 seconds, your walls anxiously contracting around him like it’s afraid that he’ll leave. He hasn’t done a single thing to warrant this reaction and you’re already desperate. Too desperate. Somehow, Abuto tells you, he thinks that this goes way beyond you just missing him. 

I-it’s just... it’s just... I don’t know. You’ve been caught, and you try to avoid answering by thunking your head against the door behind you, struggling to keep yourself from bursting around the seams as you adjust to the delicious throbs of cock in you. 

Ah, no. He’s sure that you do know. A big hand slithers under his shirt, palming your sensitive tummy. What’s the matter? What’s got you acting this way? Abuto, damn him, takes a softer approach, beguiling his tone and rubbing his thumb in comfort on your skin. He can take care of it. You know he can always take care of you.

Of course, it works. You can’t help the shaky jolts of your hips as you disclose the reason, burrowing his cock in deeper as you tell him how you’ve been worked up all day, thinking about just how much you wanted to be full with him, how much you wanted to spread your thighs for him as he takes his reward for all the hard work he’s been doing for you, reaping his benefits again and again, round after round, until you’re dripping his seed down your thighs, and until your tummy feels full. 

“A-a-and...” You make bashful eye-contact with him then. “M-maybe... after.... I-I’ll be full with something else too.” 

oh. fuck.

Abuto is completely stopped in his tracks. Not his first time with you, honestly. But the shy confession that you’ve been trying to get him to stop work just so he can fuck a baby into you, make you all nice and soft and plump with his kid, is something— something else. 

Abuto wasn’t lying when he said he can take care of it, of you, but it’s not you that’s been spoiled, it’s him who was slacking. Clearly, he was doing something wrong if you’re the one who has to come forward and ask him for something he already should’ve been doing in the first place. 

You whimper in panic as his cock swells up further, pushing against your tight hole beyond what it’s usually put through. His grip on you tightens to almost-pain, and you feel a hot tongue lick at the sweat misting your temples. He starts moving again, shoving up deeper into sensitive flesh that your previous weaker attempts couldn’t reach. 

Abuto apologizes. For the lost time. And for making you wait. He’ll make it up to you, with Brat #3.